Play with thunder, deal in death (OPEN)

[Crimson Tilsverd]

Once a thief, always a thief. The leader of the assamite clan was known, but not much was known about him. Not much was known  about any of the elusive band made up heavily of brutal assassins. They were very much a group of loners. They would gather if needed, and Crimson was their representative but as a whole, they were a mystery. Of course, this ominous history did not mean this leader of theirs was an unpleasant person. When he wasnt working, he was simply a rogue. A thief since early childhood the young man found himself falling into the habit of petty theft, even pickpocketing to keep his mind satiated.And what was he doing as he strolled down a sidewalk in New York? How was he celebrating a successful haul? By singing about thievery, of course. Whether ballsy or none too bright, he didnt make it any clearer than he did any other aspect of himself. Such was the rogue.

"My dear there is no danger

Can't you see they turn blind eyes

To we swift and spotlight strangers?

Oh before the rush is over

We will be revered again

While the victims still recover!"

He belted out the lines as he passed people on the wide sidewalk.