The Thieves Guild
by Jake Kerr.
(instrumental music plays) Episode 26:
A Guild Welcome.
Raylan hadn't slept in such a comfortable bed since he lived in his parents' house
in the Upper Triangle. Trendle took him to an inn that overlooked the
large square, which Raylan learned was called Founder's Square
and had once been a center of Old Ness before the populace crossed the river to
relocate to its current location.
As the Guildmaster thief, Raylan was treated like royalty.
"Is this what Larsen feels like?" Raylan thought, smiling
at the ongoing irony.
Larsen had intended to punish him in the most humiliating way possible, and
yet here he was, the de facto ruler over an entire half of the walled city.
There was a knock at the door, and Raylan quickly pulled on his clothes, which were dusty and
dirty but all he had. "Come in."
It was Trendle who entered carrying a package of some sort.
Raylan stood up and asked, "What word on Allard and Rafe?"
He had been nervous for news since Trendle and a few others had escorted him to the
inn, but no one had said anything and Raylan had given up asking about them
the night before. "Good news, Guildmaster.
They await you downstairs."
Raylan leapt to his feet. "Downstairs?" Raylan went to grab his
shoes. "I knew that they would get away."
Trendle held out the package in his arms. "No need for those shoes, Guildmaster.
I brought you new clothes."
Pausing, Raylan reached out and took the package. "Of course.
I shall change and be right down."
The garments were clean and the deep black of the Thieves Guild.
Raylan pulled them on and looked at himself in a mirror.
They were nice and respectable but hardly the quality of the Guildmaster robes that
Allard had brought him when he was first named Guildmaster.
Still, as he slid into the black, it felt natural and right.
The clothes fit, but more importantly they fit his new life, his new
friends, and his new position.
He walked down the steps, and as he reached the bottom step to see a room full of people,
a blur of black ran up to him and gave him a big hug.
"You rescued me," Rafe said, slapping Raylan on the back.
Laughing, Raylan replied, "No, you saved me and the whole city by creating the distraction that
delayed the Guildmaster banquet."
Raylan squeezed Rafe's shoulder. "I don't know what you did, but it was amazing."
The smile on Rafe's face lit up the room.
"Who knew that your goading me into trouble would pay off someday?"
The smile never left Raylan's face as he looked around the room.
"Allard, you're a welcome sight."
Raylan strode over and shook his deputy's hand.
"An honor, sir." "Nonsense. And what is this'sir' stuff?
You can call me Raylan." Allard frowned and shook his head slightly.
Raylan understood the message and replied, "Make that Guildmaster Raylan." Allard
showed a hint of a smile. "Thank you for freeing me, sir."
Raylan looked around. The room was full of people, all wearing black.
He saw Trendle to the side, and there were a few faces that he recognized from his
escape over the Great Bridge, but they were pretty much all strangers.
They were also all his guild members. Raylan stood up straight.
"We never leave our own behind. Never." A murmur of approval accompanied
nodding heads.
I don't know. You left us behind riding a horse home while I was breaking out Allard and
Rafe.
There were some gasps and angry mumbles as Maela walked over, a
huge smile on her face.
Raylan wasn't quite sure how to respond when Maela added...
"Good thing that was all part of the plan and you didn't ruin it."
Captain, respect.
Allard's deep voice filled the room.
"No, Allard, it's fine." Raylan looked at Maela and couldn't help but
smile. She was covered in dirt and looked exhausted, but the rare smile on her
face transcended everything. She looked beautiful.
"It was a truly great plan, using the populace to overwhelm the knights and guards.
Genius. Thank you, Maela."
"I had to make it so simple that even you couldn't screw it up."
Raylan rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile, even as Allard
growled. "That's enough, Maela."
She held up her hands.
"I'm glad you're safe, Guildmaster."
She then caught Raylan's eyes and bowed her head slightly.
It was a small thing, but it was so sincere and unexpected that Raylan didn't quite
know how to respond.
"We need rest and a change of clothes," Allard said.
"Guildmaster, let us meet in the back room in a few hours to discuss next
steps. We won a very small battle in getting you to safety, but I fear that
there are many more challenges that await us.
But first, we all need a hot bath and rest."
"Of course, Allard." Raylan slapped Rafe on the back as he passed
by and started up the staircase. After they passed out of sight at the top of the
stairs, Raylan turned back to the room full of people. "Thank you all.
You saved my life." There was an almost awkward silence, and Raylan
didn't know what else to say when an old man at the front walked up, whispered,
"Guildmaster," and patted Raylan on the shoulder.
As he turned to leave, a woman came up and shook his hand.
She bowed her head slightly and said, "Guildmaster."
And to Raylan's shock, the crowd pressed forward.
Men and women in black approached him, shook his hand, or patted him on the back.
They all smiled and said one word, "Guildmaster."
The affection and respect was overwhelming.
As the last person came up and shook his hand, Raylan took a deep breath.
"All these people are counting on me." The enormity of it made him grab the back of a
chair for balance. Sitting down, Raylan wondered if he would be able to handle the
responsibility and the challenges.
He had never had anyone count on him, let alone men, women, and children.
Heck, his entire life was marked by him letting others down, his parents, his
brother, his friends. Even Rafe, his best friend, was more likely to face a
beating than be protected from one, thanks to Raylan.
Raylan closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
"I am the Guildmaster thief. I am not the boy I was.
I'm the leader they need me to be."
Raylan almost believed it.
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