As you walk down one of the City's backstreets, you notice a piece of parchment roughly affixed to the wall:
Are you sick of scratching for your living in the sewers amongst the Rats? Sick of having to slink up to some wealthy snob for some meagre scraps and to have to listen in return to his arrogant self praise of his generosity. Wealth rules this world, do you wish to be forever to be trodden over? You will be useless you'll accept our help.
You want help? Well let's start with some advise: Help yourself. Take what you need. Why should you obey the laws of the rich, made to protect their one wealth?
How do you ask? Well that's the point where we come into the picture, join us and we will teach you.
Who are we? Your fellow comrades and teachers.
In the daytime, when The azure sun warms the ground, blended into the crowd, none can distinguish us from the rest of the so called respectable folk. But as the shades of the evening draw on, we awaken. Shrouding ourselves in voluminous dark clothes and concealing our faces, we prowl the darkened alleys and the shadowy niches, lying in wait for the evening stroller.
Do not mistake us for the blind rabble. We are an organized team, not a band of pilfering, robbing, bumbling fools.
You want to know more? No doubt you do, but secrecy is our first defense so you have to decide with what you have been told.
Luck and Loot Forevermore.
