I steal things. It’s what I do. I’m a rogue. Sometimes the people I take things from are alive when I take them, sometimes they aren’t.

I don’t need a job. I don’t want a profession. I decided when I created Elsinne that the only profession she would need is first aid, and that was for survivability purposes. Can you imagine a rogue sitting in a shop making sewing boots or jackets for people? I shudder at the thought. What if I need a jacket for myself? Then I’ll take it from somebody else.

Elsinne hit level 18 last night and I have been having great success at the auction house thus far just selling things I’ve stumbled across in my travels. I’m above skinning dead animals. I refuse to pick flowers. And I’ll die before you catch me digging up rocks for money. I’m just selling cloth, glasses of ice cold milk, or uncommon weaponry I find on people. And it’s been working out.

I’ve got about 35 gold right now, which is pretty impressive since I haven’t been farming drops or anything. So far pickpocketing hasn’t gotten me much more than health potions, but it’s fun to take a troll’s thirteen copper, the only money they have in the world, and then shank them afterwards.