Depths of Peril Site Update
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Thayer, Thayer, Thayer. He slipped on the familiar personality like well worn gloves. Thayer the clever assassin, never caught no matter the price on his head. He tucked his chin, hiding his eyes from the two rough looking men passing him in the shabby alley. The place reeked of vomit, urine, and dead things. The men shouted, punching each other in the arm, entering the Goat N Ale bar.
Thayer stayed at the corner, kicking at a piece of broken and rotting wood, possibly the remains of a bucket. He hated coming to the stinking part of the city, but he had to find out for certain. He needed to see the man with his own eyes. If it was true, the infamous Iron Fist was paying the city of Brunswick a visit, Thayer'd have to uncover the reason. He'd need to find out the Lovely Guest just to be certain it wasn't him. Lovely Guests die for lovely pay, and Thayer's list of enemies was extensive, even if they didn't know him by name.
