Faelis Gindien was basically in the middle of nowhere.
Sure, he knew where he was, and he liked the dense forests of Ravensway, but he was on a mission, and he was in somewhat of a pickle.
He was on his way to Arca, and was after something very valuable. He was going to steal an expensive artifact from an even weather lord. The artifact was a goblet, made out of of pure obsidian, and studded with sapphires. It was the dream if many thieves to steal it, and Faelis was no exception. It was such a beautiful piece, and the elf thief needed to steal it.
It wasn't that the elf was poor, on the contrary, he was quite well off, but the lure of stealing was what made him do it. The thrill of outwitting some snobbish lord, the excitement of sneaking where he shouldn't be, the feel of victory when he completed a heist.
Faelis didn't really even care about the item he got, and he only kept the actual coins that he stole, and sometimes a small trinket that he really liked. Mostly he just gave away what he stole, though with something recognizable like the goblet, he would probably sell it to some other thief, for if he gave it to a random person, if they were found with it, they could be framed, and while Faelis was a thief, he didn't want to harm anyone, hence the reason he did not steal from the poor.
It was a very dangerous job, but that's what Faelis liked about it. If it was easy, it would be boring, and where's the fun in that?
He was thinking about the goblet as he walked through the dappled sunlight under the trees. He was looking forward to this, but the only problem was, he needed another person to help him.
Sure, he could just hire a person in Arca, any he'd be happy to split the profit with the other person, but there was always that large possibility that the thief you hire is not as nice as you are, and they'll stab you in the back the first chance they get after the goblet's stolen.
Faelis had had some bad experiences with that. He had managed to avoid being stabbed the first time, and from the second, he still had a scar on his shoulder. It would have been through his heart if he hadn't dodged away.
So he needed someone he knows he can trust. . . But where would he find such a trustworthy person who would help him steal. . ?