“You are hurting me,” she whispered venemously.

“You would have done much worse to me,” he answered.

“You surprised me,” she said. “Who are you?”

“I am a thief,” he said, “like yourself.”

“You are a thief, but you are nothing like me,” she spat.

“Ah, yes. You must be a Guild thief,” he sighed.

“Yes, and you are intruding upon Guild business, you freelance pig.”

In a land filled with betrayal and sudden death, there must be some honor among thieves.