Arawn
			Second Commander of the Midnight Rogues
	Bright blue eyes peered from beneath thick lashes, before lifting his face to look at the woman standing over the lock he was working on.  His rich, deep brown hair was hopelessly mussed, to the point that it looked like he just rolled out of bed but a few minutes ago.  A slow smirk came to his handsome features, he knew he was good looking, but he also knew that he wasn't good enough, since Naneel didn't seem to want him, but that was fine, he didn't mind being her silent protector.  "Yes, Naneel?  How may I help you?"    Her gaze drifted to the chest he was working on, that burgandy gaze that was so different from his own bright blue gaze.  "What's this?"    Amusement lit up his elven features as he slowly stood with a mild shrug, shoving his dark hair back as he noted the fresh cut of her cinnamon hair.  "Just a chest I found."  His voice so melodious, soft, deep, rarely carrying beyond the person he spoke to, yes, Arawn was a perfect thief, but, he'd never shown any interest in thieving, until Naneel showed him her proposition, now, he was the second in command to the Midnight Rogues.  Her answering smirk at his comment brought a slow grin to his features, before he went back to work on the lock, only looking up to watch her walk away.  Yes, he would protect her for as long as he could.