The capital city of the Old Kingdom is Durandumor in the ancients tongue it means City of Souls. It was ancient even before the Great Kingdom. Deep within the tendrils of the Old Quarter hidden deep in those alleys and un kept roads is the Thieves Guild, and its Guild Master Arthur Kindrill Kindrill has been a buccaneer, pirate, and thieve. Right now he couldn’t believe his luck. Rufus and Gabriel. His own Guild was not without its master thieves himself at the top of that list. However outside of himself, no one in any of the Thief’s Guilds in Blue Thorn could muster the likes of that agile and brute force team. It would take all that he, and they could muster to pull of this job the Mad King had given him. They would come, she had sent them. A thieve knows a thieve, the signs will be given and they will be brought before him. Before this was all over they will wish they had just plain let the Queens' jewels lay. They would surely regret ever having met Kindrill.