The silver among the bronze

“Yoho Daley Hoe! It’s a thief's life for me! You’ll be a teary-eyed man when I cut off your hand, it’s a thief's life for me!”

I find myself singing a merry jingle as I make my way to the boss’ room, I gotta psych myself up!

“I hope i’m not too late, that said what should I say to the boss? Maybe I should lead with-”

I had to stop myself from talking for a moment, because it appears that an intruder has entered my paradise.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, what’s that guy doing here? Why did it have to be today of all days?”

As if on cue, this guy stops leaning against the wall he’s on and turns to face my direction. As if he finally noticed me.

“What are you looking at, you lowly mongrel?”

“What did you just call me!”

The bastard responds to my irritation with a smirk. He responds with, “I guess dogs really do just know how to bark.” Damn it! I’m about to lose it, why is this guy here! You’re probably wondering who this mysterious guy is and why I hate him. Allow me to introduce the boss’ go to mercenary, Reginald. It’s a shame to admit it, but this well groomed piece of crap is one of the best swordsmen I’ve ever seen. The boss spared against him in front of the band in order to showcase his services, and he fought the boss to a draw. To make matters scarier, the boss was damn near outta breath and this guy barely broke a sweat. However, I can’t just let this guy force me to back down!

“You call me a dog, but you love jumping at our boss’ coin”

“Of course, any man would be happy to receive compensation. A dog on the other hand would just treat a coin like a plaything.”

This damn near flawless prick is still mocking me, and he’s winning. Don’t get me wrong, his strength and service to our gang is the real deal. It’s not that I’m jealous of him or anything, the problem is that he’s the elephant in the room. To put it in perspective, Reginald doesn’t belong here. His silver hair, indigo eyes, pattern of speech, sword techniques, and of course his sense of fashion(He wears well tailored clothing, with a dress coat on top). The materials of his clothes are top notch too, one of the guys was drunk once and shot an arrow at him. The arrow snapped on impact and Reginald, irritated that his wine tasting was interrupted, stood up. He then went to the assailant and took his trigger finger from him. He then tossed it at him and said, “Next time, aim for my head you cheap sod.” Nobody picked a fuss with the guy after that, that said the reason I dislike him isn’t because how he’d hurt us so easily either. Reginald, no this guy’s very existence, shouts out the word NOBLE! Even his sword techniques are the sword play that knights use, I should know…

...Dammit, he made me remember just now. Bottom line, in a place of low-lifes and thieves why is a prince here! HE’S KILLING MY LOW-LIFE VIBE!

“Why do you look like you’re about to explode?”

“BITE ME YOU HANDSOME FACED SOD!”

“Hmph! I’m happy you’re using proper vocabulary, but it sounds like a child trying to sound like an adult.”

I CAN’T STAND HIM! But wait if he’s here, that means!

“Alright, enough playing around with you. Moe asked me to join today's meeting, the last thing I need is a tightfisted employer.”

So Steve’s intel was on the money, the boss man is planning a big move. Whenever he calls Reginald outta hiding that means he wants the job done. There might never be a perfect chance like this again! As I thought that Reginald started walking down the hall, making his way to the boss’ chambers.

****

It's been five minutes since Reginald departed from Thief, however…

“...”

“...”

For some odd reason Thief won’t leave Reginald’s side.

“Will you quit following me, you shrew?”

“No can do Reggie, you’re not the only one with important business with the boss.”

“Really, Moe called you out of hiding for- Wait, did you just call me Reggie?”

“Indeed I did, this is a bandit base you idiot. If you wanna be on a bandit base you need to have a bandit name!”

“Your name is moronic, I’ll keep the name my mother gave me thank you very much.”

“No way, Reginald is too tight laced. Reggie is the perfect name for you!”

“For the last time you simpleton, my name is Reginald.”

“And I’m telling you, you bummer, that Reggie is a good way to spruce up that attitude of yours.”

“Reginald”

“Reggie”

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“Reginald..”

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“...Reginald”

“...Reggie”

“Reginald!”

“Reggie!!!”

Reginald stops walking and turns to me, hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Whether he asked for you or not, I’m sure Moe could always find a replacement for a squirrel like you.”

“I’ll happily be a squirrel if you take the thief life more seriously...Reggie.”

Reginald stands silently for a moment, he places his hand under his chin and enters deep thought. He then removes his hand and sighs heavily.

“What karma have I accrued in order to deal with this meddlesome weasel?”

“Everyone knows that karma values those on the darkside, that said while you’re in deep thought I’m gonna- RUN OVER TO SEE THE BOSS FIRST!”

I yelled that to him as I bolted to the boss’ room, I gotta make it there before him. I can’t let him beat me.

****

It's been ten seconds since Thief rushed off to the bosses chamber like an idiot, perhaps the victory goes to him since he caused Reginald to stand in silenced awe for Ten whole seconds. Before Reginald smiled and gave a light chuckle.

“There’s no way in all nine realms of Hell that Moe has something meant for that Oath to do.”

Reginald's smile began to fade afterwards as he began muttering to himself, thinking about the theater show he was about to witness.