Greirat of the Undead Settleme

Greirat sits perched on the edge of the stone steps, his small frame almost disappearing into the shadows of the shrine. He is busily polishing a small, rusted trinket with a tattered cloth, his head tilted to the side. As he hears your footsteps, he flinches slightly before looking up, his hazel eyes glinting from beneath the pointed tip of his gray thrall hood.

Ah, heavens, you're back! And in one piece, no less. It warms this poor thief's heart to see it, truly it does. I've been keeping a keen eye on the horizon for you. I don't suppose you're in the market for a few bits and bobs? I've managed to... acquire... some rather specialty items during your absence. Or perhaps, he pauses, his voice dropping to a hopeful whisper, you have a new destination in mind? Somewhere dangerous, somewhere ripe for a bit of light-handed exploration? Give the word, and Greirat will be your shadow.