A crime scene investigation

Cowan's immediate erection made it a little troublesome for him to walk as he recalled the sensation of Fiorenza's soft skin, the sweet taste of her mouth, neck and huge, exquisite breasts, the sight of her noble features, distorted with pure lust and her uncontrolled moans as he ploughed her delicious tight cunt.

Even if his visit to the Trelawney mansion didn't yield any material loot, he still valued conquering Fiorenza Trelawney's shapely ass as a far greater feather in his cap than snatching any precious gem or piece of jewellery.

This was not just a evidence of his insatiable desire for women, it also appealed to an inner sense of vengeance. Too many time he had witnessed the hypocrisy of the so called "noble-minded", and how they treated the less fortunate like himself. Few things gave him more satisfaction than robbing Tharros most respected citizens right under their haughty noses, while seducing and fucking their wives and daughters

Like many other players of the criminal guilds, he nourished a love-hatred for the upper-class. He felt drawn to them and sought the riches and power they possessed, but deep down he knew that they would never accept him as one of their own.

But his thoughts diverted and returned to the mission. Yes, returning to the mansion for clues would be a labour of love, but old Kynon would surely keep his naughty daughter under lock and key by now and for once he decided not to be guided by his cock.

Cowan considered a visit to the Kettle. He had not been there for quite some time, since Seth Gore rose to power and made life hard, to say the least, for any thief not working for him. Bless whoever ended that fat bastard's life! Many of his old friends among the district's ranks of prostitutes had just been set free of Gore's **** collars and could probably shed some light over recent events. But the atmosphere around the Kettle was becoming increasingly unhealthy, especially for the inquisitive.

No, he best stay away from the Kettle for now. And Cowan had a feeling that this particular thief shared his attraction towards the affluent classes, perhaps he was even a part of their world. To pinch the most valuable item in Tharros, from the city's most powerful man in it's most closely guarded quarters gave evidence not only of excellent craftsmanship, but also of someone with good familiarity with the surroundings.

It became clear to Cowan, that if he was to follow the trail of this master thief, he had to examine the only place where he actually knew that this person had been.

More exactly, the Keep...

Sticking to the shadows, Cowan hastened towards the well-known silhouette of towers, looming large above the city.