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Character Majvoc

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Hanging out with the Hangman

Majvoc watched the little commotion happening in the corner of the Hangman's Noose. It was nothing new, some drunkards accosting a young female who was brave enough to walk into an inn alone at night. But Majvoc continued to sit before the fire, playing his whistle. The music was light and airy, a gentle reel to keep the spirit high.

A woman rushed past, carrying what looked like a heavy axe with her. Something was about to kick off. Not that something like that bothered Majvoc. If anything it would help. Behind the bar of the tavern was the little chest that the tavern's owner, a big brute of a man, kept the money made from the day before it was put away in a chest out of site at the end of the night. All of the day's takings would be in there. Nothing amazing, but a healthy amount at least. Enough to get him over the border, maybe.

Something happened, one of the mercenaries talking to the girl lashed out and there was a flash of steel in the light of the fire. Everybody turned to watch, and no-one noticed or was surprised when Majvoc stopped playing music. This was his chance.

He crept away from the light of the fire and into the shadows along the edges of the room. Majvoc took one small step after one small step so as not to attract the attention of anyone else. The chest was sitting there waiting. It was like the gold inside was calling out to him.

It was locked, of course, but that was no problem. Majvoc dug around in his pack and pulled out a small set of lockpicks. He carefully inserted them, using the light of the fire to allow him to see what he was doing. He twisted and racked and then there was that most satisfying noise he knew. The soft click of the lock opening.

But a shadow loomed over him from behind, and he felt a hand tightly grasp his shoulder.

<<OOC - Who caught Majvoc in the act?>>

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