Adventures of Chaos

Part 2 - Eris' plot

It had been my idea to steal from a rogue. I enjoyed the irony.

"Eris, you're crazy. Your luck is going to fail you one day, and I'm not going to be there to bail you out," Typhon was always criticizing my splendid ideas. He was the overly cautious older sibling, after all.

"You're just jealous that you didn't come up with it. Secretly, you think I'm a genius. It's ok, you don't have to say it," I gave him a mischievous smile, "I know."

Typhon rolled his grey eyes and asked Uncle Abram for another ale.

"Come on Typhon, I could do it alone, but where's the fun in that?" I batted my best little sister green eyes at him, not that I was worried - he always followed me.

That night we gathered our crew to pull off the "impossible." Meera, my gorgeous elven best friend, worked her rhythmic hips to distract the tavern as a whole, singing the commoners a sultry song. Typhon slinked through the crowd; had I not known his path I would've been blind to his progression; I had always been jealous of his stealth capabilities. Bator, our brawny companion, had a few pints in his massive hands and was making his clanking way to the target rogue near the shadows of the hall. Bator tended to bring cacophony with him, so I wore an amused grin at the shock of  absolute horror on the target rogue's face as Bator sat on the small bench next to him. A few ladies trailed Bator and sprawled on the opposite bench, displaying their wares upon the ale-stained table. I sat at the bar, awaiting my cue, and drinking cheap wine. I had a black shawl over my hair; my face and clothes were disguised as an old fortune teller. My mother had disguised me before we left the temple, she was brilliant.

I told Typhon that I appreciated the irony of robbing a rogue, but that wasn't the whole truth. He didn't know my true purpose, and I was banking on my brother's cunning to handle the rest. I knew he wouldn't be happy when we got home. He was always irate with me when I didn't give him all the facts. However, he didn't understand the luck Olidammara had granted me. Also, he would've kept me from the job if he had known all the facts.

As Bator was making a distracting ruckus, I saw Typhon close to the target, Milovnik. Meera was magically seducing the entire room, leaving everyone clueless to the conspiracy playing out to the side of the dining hall. She gave a quick gasp of emotion to the room, which happened to be my cue, and I vacated the bar stool and my glass of wine. I stepped slowly toward Bator, with a grace that could only be from Olidammara. Standing behind the wenches on the bench I forced myself between them and shoved them off either side. Bator looked offended for them and offered his lap to one of the females. With one hand I brush away the glamor and my shawl. It's not like I was such a sight, I was quite plain actually, but Milovnik knew me. He actually had known me the night before, and quite a few nights before that. I had him in the palm of my hand, so I knew I would be the greatest distraction. This served me well as Typhon looted the rogue's pockets with an expertise I could only pray for. The look on Typhon's face fifteen seconds later told me he found what I hoped he would find, and he left - not before giving me a glare Mother would be proud of. Alas, for him, that I only got a peripheral version of said glare as I was eye-locked with Milovnik. He didn't trust me. I knew that. However that was part of the challenging fun.

"I see you've met Bator," I smirk at Milovnik, daring him to guess my mischief.

"Eris, what are you doing here?" He was baffled by my presence, because I had actually broken up with him yesterday saying I was leaving town.

"Forgetfulness is such a weakness of mine," I say with an air of sarcasm that I knew he would catch.

"Did you forget me?" The hope in his voice was pitiful. If I possessed the useless emotion of empathy I may have felt sorry for him.

"Almost; are you free for the next hour?" My smirk said it all. I winked at Bator, signifying more than what Milovnik thought and I rose from the bench. I led him upstairs and away from the lewd bellowing of Bator's voice.