Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

You can call me Autolycus. He wasn't sure if she wanted his name or what, with that question, and opted for his most-used moniker. Maybe she'd heard of him — more likely not, which was even better.

If I get caught then I deserve whatever comes for me, but there was a confidence in his tone, the slight lift of his chin, which made him look simultaneously self-assured (like a rooster about to crow) and somehow malnourished (those big stupid eyes, yikes).

But I won't get caught. Haven't yet. 


Well, except for one time but that had led him to the guild.