You've made me this offer once before, though I suspect that was merely a grab to use me to get the Stone... But now I want in. I want to join you."Vo...demort calmly observed his formidable nemesis with a thoughtful expression. To be honest, he had expected the boy to come barging in and initiate a duel to the death, but Lord Voldemort was instead offered the greatest weapon in the war he's yet to acquire - the Boy-Who-Lived himself. No mere child anymore, but a man, fully capable of rendering. Of course since I was both new and young I would have to start off working at night. The first night the other guard that walked with me began teaching me and pointed out an area they always had trouble in.From the first time I saw it I knew why. It was where the city's thieves guild was. Mostly we just dealt with drunks or brawls. It was a month later when we walked up as three men fought in the street. I moved forward quickly and pulled my night stick. I slapped it along side one man's head. Well I came home last Tuesday, yes you guessed it, this time she was tied spread eagled on the bed, they had got in, no I don't know how but they had fucked her again; this time it had been ten in the morning so they enjoyed her cunt, ass, mouth and tits almost all day and they had brought that thin cane, her ass was a fine mess of thin red stripes.The bastards had shaved her again, taking off any stubble as though she was theirs to do with as they pleased; not only had they caned her but they. His relationship with Lady Rannath, Goddess of Light was definitely strange. Normally a thief or assassin would align themselves with one of the more dark deities available, but Aaron was definitely not normal, not that he picked "HER"; more like she marked him as hers."You chose to use that 'rod of light' to save my cleric," he heard in his head."It didn't have to remove most of the flesh on my left arm either, but it did," he replied. "Now I have to wear this enchanted glove or my "GOOD" arm.