He needed a plan. Something clever, something that would get the soulstone back. No, a gambit that would get Mara back, spring her from the Iron Tower and take his vengeance upon Tarrabus and Paul Tallmane. Some brilliant plan worthy of the Master Thief of Cintarra.He came up with nothing. Jager staggered through the catacombs trying to think. Bit by bit he realized that he was heading towards the dwarven ruins, towards their traps and gates. In his current state of mind, with his back and arm blazing in agony, he was not in the best shape to navigate the traps. One error, one misstep, and the traps would kill him. He rubbed his face, the stubble rasping. God, but he needed to shave.Perhaps dying in the ruins would be the best. He had failed again and again. His father had raised him to be the perfect halfling servant, obedient and diligent and pious, and Jager had failed at that. He had gone to Cintarra, hoping to establish himself as a master thief, and he had been forced to flee the city.
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