22 Pharast 4708
The day began like any other in recent memory. Cold. Damp. Hungry. With certainty these three friends would be accompanying him throughout the morning. Him. I can't even remember my name anymore. The only tie to his former life as a slave was the intricate scar that he traces a finger over running from his right ear to the corner of his jaw.
Stretching the stiffness out of his muscles, he packs up his small cache of belongings, mostly trash and keepsakes collected over the years and tucked most of it back into a hidden nook under the loose canvas that serves as his shelter. Climbing down to a narrow alleyway and making his way to one of the many market squares in Korvosa, he waited. The market slowly rolled to a start just shy of mid-morning, as the recent retreat of winter's chill still leaves its mark upon the citizenry.
Finding a mark was easy. Fools are soon parted with their gold, and as one patron haggles over the price of dried fruit, he is relieved of his gold with a quick slice of a finger dagger.
Pocketing the gold and losing himself in the crowd, he felt something strange in one of his inner pouches. Reaching down, he pulls out a card. Where did this come from? I never stole one of these. A well-dressed rabbit wielding a broken sword graces the face of the card, appropriately named The Rabbit Prince. Flipping the card over as he made his way to a nearby alley, he read the message scrawled on the reverse over and over again in his head:
"I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done."
Pocketing the card and catching his breath, he sat down to figure out his next move. By now, many of the other regular street urchins and sneak thieves had begun preying on this square. Conversing casually with a handful of other 'fishermen,' he took his leave from Jeggare Circle and headed across North Bridge and south into Thief Camp, heading back into East Shore by way of Dwarfwalk Road. Scouting out a lead given to him by one of the other 'fishermen' about Endrin Square being a hot spot this morning, he spent the rest of the day pondering the meaning of this mysterious note and half-heartedly making marks in the square.