The Thieves Guild,
by Jake Kerr.
Episode 3:
Caught.
These were the moments that brought joy to Raylan.
Surrounded by both friends and strangers from various guilds, he loved
to weave tales about his derring-do at fighting the officious Knight Guild
or the greedy Merchant Guild or the dull Harvest Guild.
In the city state of Ness, guilds ran everything, their distinct colors a mark of
pride worn by every guild member.
Not being in a guild required one to wear brown.
And while it was commonly a sign of immaturity and a source of disparaging comments,
for Raylan, it was a sign of his independence and freed him to mock all guilds
without the underlying tension of guild rivalry.
He leaned forward, spilling his ale a bit, as he prepared to describe the
helpless look on the knight's face as he turned after the tomato hit him
square in the back.
Of course, Raylan wasn't stupid. He had to use the right story for the
right crowd.
He glanced one more time around the large table at the back of The Four Triangles, a
workingman's inn where he would find a sympathetic audience.
Most of the boys were apprentices to his brother's guild, all wearing the merchants' deep
blue robes. There were a few Harvest apprentices wearing their greens, but there was
nary a white tunic or piece of armor in the room.
Raylan smiled and continued. "Uh, it was beautiful.
The tomato was just a bit too ripe, and it landed with a huge splat right in the middle of the
guard's back."
He slammed the flat of his hand on the table (table slams) .
There were laughs and clapping. He had played the crowd perfectly.
All apprentices chafed at the oversight of the knights and their white robes and armor.
He glanced at Rafe, who looked glum.
He had offered his friend the starring role, but as Raylan expected,
Rafe was horrified at the thought of his participation becoming public.
Raylan gave him what he hoped was a conspiratorial wink and turned back to
his audience. "The best part is that he was staring right at me and couldn't see me in
the shadows of the wall,
so I just winked at him and walked away."
There was more laughter and more complementary nods at his cleverness.
One boy that Raylan didn't know slapped him on the back.
Raylan was in the midst of a large gulp of ale when the front door opened and everyone
went silent. He turned to look at who arrived, and his stomach fell.
It was his brother's deputy, Karch. He stood in his deep blue
robe, his golden hair slicked back and tied behind his head.
He always pulled it too tight, and it made his face look taut, narrowing his eyes to
slits and his mouth to a thin, cruel line.
The merchant apprentices disappeared as Karch walked toward Raylan, a look
of disgust on his face and his arms behind his back.
Everyone else sank into their seats or slowly moved to other tables.
Rafe was nowhere to be seen. A few brave apprentices smiled
expectantly at Raylan. He had nothing to lose, so he decided to
show off.
The worst case scenario was that he'd get a dressing down from his brother and
Karch would give him a whipping. "I didn't know you frequented these kinds of places,
Karch." The deputy looked around and frowned.
"You are correct, Raylan. But when one is collecting garbage, you need to walk
among the filth."
He turned back to Raylan and smiled. "Which reminds me, you are to come with me."
"I don't need to do any such thing, Karch."
Raylan grabbed his brown shirt. "As you can see, I'm guildless and you have
no authority over me."
Karch smiled again and Raylan started to get nervous.
He was fully expecting a slap for his insolence, but that was usually preceded
by an angry tongue lashing. A smile didn't mean anything good.
"Ah, yes, the 15-year-old wearing the brown of the guildless."
Karch looked around the room. "I don't see anyone else in here without a guild.
How long do you intend on such irresponsibility, Raylan?
Do you know how many favors your brother has requested on your behalf only to have you spit in his
face at each guild?"
Raylan shrugged. "I never asked him for anything." Karch leaned
forward. "Well, the days of asking for nothing and receiving much are at an end.
I'm afraid you have gone too far this time."
Raylan leaned back while he tried to think of what he had done.
He couldn't think of anything that would offend his brother.
Karch must have been bluffing. "I have no idea what you are talking about.
Now, leave me alone and tell my brother that he should worry about guild matters and not me."
Standing up straight, Karch brought his hand forward from behind his back and tossed a white
pile of cloth on the table. It was a knight's robe with a reddish-brown stain on
it. "I'm afraid a guild matter is why I am here." Karch turned
toward the door and raised his voice.
"Guards, it is time." Three guards in white entered the inn.
The one in front was missing his robe.
Karch looked back at Raylan and smiled.
"I believe you know Sir Henry." Karch tapped the robe.
"You met yesterday."
The guard had a scowl on his face. Raylan recognized the eyes, but he couldn't
quite believe that the guard could recognize him.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Karch.
I never met that man in my life." "Your stories have become tiresome, Raylan."
Karch moved out of the way. "Take him to the carriage, and if he is bruised from the
journey, I certainly won't find fault."
Raylan pushed his chair back and scrambled toward the back of the room.
He hadn't gone two feet, however, before a thick hand grabbed him by the collar.
He tried to wriggle free, but the hand shoved his head into a pillar.
Raylan staggered backward from the blow only to have the hand turn him toward the table behind
him. He felt his head impact the table.
And everything went dark.