A crown fit for a king

here was a rumour going on for some time now. A supposed King of Thieves. At first it had been a myth or legend or whatever you called that shit nowadays, now it was back again. Some sort of dude, calling himself the King of Thieves wasn't something that Kaz interested very much. Everyday someone would rise up and procclaim himself king or emperor or anything that had a title. Those people usually disappeared after a few weeks, either dead or locked up. But this whisper had been going steady for more than a few weeks now. So naturally, Kaz had to check some of it out.

This part of the Highlands was one of his favorites. Not as cold as the rest, something else to see besides endless piles of snow. People were rare, safe havens even more sparse then anywhere else. Kaz liked it that way. It gave him at least some feeling of him being alone. Though the cold was still a downside, he could live with it.

Entering a warm tavern for a stop along the way, he had easily spotted his mark. The thief brushed some of the fresh fallen snow from the shoulders of his coat and walked over to the table. His cane rythmically sounding on the wooden floorboards. He didn't sit down, instead looking a little longer at the boy sitting in front of him. ''So, you're the supposed King of Thieves?'' He spoke, sounding very unimpressed. He raised a brow, he had expected more. ''You don't look like a king.'' And not really like a thief either. He looked like a boy who didn't know what to do with his life. Pathethic.

&Alexios

or Kaz, there was no king. There was no one above him who he had to listen to. Instead, people listened to him. The Division was something he was proud of, but he rarely showed it. Being proud of a crimering was a weird thing, something better not said out in the open. The thief straightened his coat, his clothes neat as ever. After all, he wasn't just a crimelord, he was a business man. The Divison was a business and he worked hard for it.

And now there was someone else, a King apparently, that thought he could go around like he owned the place. Kaz wasn't here to show off, to make him feel like he didn't own anything, that there wasn't anything to own. No, he simply came for a little chat. And thank god that this man was in a tavern and not in the goddamn cold outside. ''No need for names.'' Kaz spoke, as he sat down besides the man, looking over the tavern. It was a fairly silent hour, not many patrons to serve. ''But are you?'' He looked directly at the man, raising a brow. This conversation wasn't going to continue until Kaz had his answer.

az wanted to make this short. There wasn’t really something he wanted out of this conversation, he just wanted to see who this supposed King of Thieves was. The boy before him kind of disappointed him. But looks could be deceiving and in a world of thievery and cons, that had proved to be true on multiple occasions. He just wanted to have a chat, in and out and be on his way again. There were more pressing matters at hand.

‘’I want nothing and I seek nothing.’’ Kaz answered quick and cold, leaning back in his chair a bit with a grunt. Traveling always took a toll on him, it wore him out quicker than others and only because of his stupid leg. He wasn’t looking forward to traveling tonight, but it had to be done. He wanted to be in Kraken’s Lair in only a few days and that meant he had to hurry up. ‘’I simply had a desire to see who you are.’’ The man turned his head to look at the boy, letting his cane rest against the table. ‘’Rumours like yours are annoying. They don’t help our little world.’’ He narrowed his eyes but his words would probably make his point clear. Kaz didn’t want a King of Thieves messing around, especially not now.