"Guards. Lots of them. Garrisoned in the fort." His friend and thief rounded the corner and stood by him. "We can try to take them out, or we can sneak by. You know what I'd do, but its not just me." She took a second, then continued. "Or maybe... if I wear my dress, we might pass off for some poor couple, and we can just walk by."
At one point, the thieves guild were a force in darkness, feared, but not seen. Not as much as the Dark brotherhood, but feared in their own right. It was a family of misfits and outcasts, a place were Jonus felt somewhat normal in. But now, all that was left was him and his long time friend, Amelie. Amelie was a nineteen year old breton girl with blue eyes and long blonde hair, a curvy figure,and a kind of sweet demeanor about her. Most men would overlook a girl like her. There wasn't any intimate affairs going on between them accept accidental passes, not unusual for a boy and a girl who have been friends and been through what they have.
The two could pass for a poor couple; Jonus loves his simple armor, valuing speed over protection, and making him look like a commoner trying to pass as an adventure, and Amelie who wore a simple blue dress, partly because she doesn't steal, unlike Jonus. At the time, Amelie wore her usual black catsuit, which would any man stare. "What's a bigger number in a situation like this? Two or twenty?" He looked up from cleaning his nails, "Two well trained people versus twenty guards. Hells, let me around them and there will be zero, and not a single sound would be heard."
Gold spun and weaved in between his fingers; the light of the fire bouncing off it once it met a certain angle. It was not his coin, like most of the coins he’s earned. This coin he got by pickpocketing a guard. Why do it? He doesn’t know. The money he stored is enough, for now at least. So why pickpocket? Maybe it was the thrill or the challenge; maybe he just needs it for food, drink, and bedding. His face was framed by the light of the fire, and his eyes had the fire trapped in them. Amelie walked to the log across from him and sat, "Look, I know these people killed our friends. Trust me; first, there's two of us and about twenty of them. We've got no chance. Second, it wasn't their choice. They were ordered to attack us; whoever ordered them is to blame." She raised her eyebrows at him. "So. Are you with me? Are we going to try and get by?" She had a sympathetic and somewhat worried face. Jonus was known to kill if he or his friends are in danger, and he did so without a thought. At least not until it was over. "A man always has a choice. As did we when we took to the shadows." He stopped spinning the coin, and proposed a way to decide that was not of his free will, "I'll flip the coin, girl. heads we be quite as a shadow or quick like a snake, and tails, we take the ruse of a poor couple, like we have before." He flipped the coin and watched it; The curves of both sides flipping on top of each other, almost determining the guard's fate by themselves. Either way, Jonus would agree, it was by chance, and not by him. After a second or two, he caught the coin and put it on the back of his palm, "Tails. Alright my dear, let's go for a stroll." He gave his signature smile, partly to get into character, and proceeded to hold out his hand so she could take it and be on their way.