Blackclaw is an exile from the Thieves Guild who fled to the Lost Desert. He frequented a tavern known as the Tomb, where he met Masila. She convinced him to join her on a job on Krawk Island, where he was arrested and jailed.
Saw all the usual faces (and masks) today, and some others. Raza had a smile for me, that devilish Korbat - one of the few that still do. Raised her glass at me and nearly whipped the Elephante she was with with her wing. High energy in that place tonight, and not just from her. Ironic that a place called "The Tomb" could be so noisy, but the name is probably meant to keep regular Neopets from wandering in. The only sorts that would go to a tomb to begin with are the ones that want to get rich, the ones who have nowhere else to go, or the ones who don't care if a tomb's where they end up. Plenty of all those types here. Never expected to see her here, though. I couldn't stop staring at her. I know a fellow exile when I see one, even if we weren't contemporary. She was gone long before I joined that cesspool they call the Thieves' Guild, but it would be hard not to know who she was, even if they didn't talk about her like she was a bad bout of Kikoughela. The long green horns, that expensive emerald brooch... I shouldn't have looked at all, but what else are you supposed to do when you spot a celebrity? I just hope she didn't notice. Even if we have a little bit in common, it's best not to get tangled up with that sort. Business as usual tonight, besides. I might have a job lined up. We'll see.
She noticed. I kept away from the Tomb for a day. Busy scoping out a potential mark. When I got in tonight, though, she was there and smiling like she was waiting for me. I tried to pretend like I didn't know her, like we were both just two folks with pasts we wanted to forget, but sat down at her table when she beckoned me. She didn't buy it when I asked who she was, or what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this. "The same thing as you, I'm sure, seeing as we both hail from the same house." I asked her what she meant, because I had never seen her before in my life. It was only a bit of a lie; I saw the pictures, the wanted posters, the unflattering doodles the other thieves pinned up on the dart board when they needed to blow off some steam. She laughed and touched my hand. "My dear, do you think I wouldn't know who filled my spot? Who came after me when I left?" I didn't like that she knew about me, but after talking to her for a bit, I can see why she did. If I were out for revenge, then I'd keep tabs on my enemies, too.
She was there again tonight. Alone. Waiting for me. I probably should have been more wary of that, more suspicious, now that I'm back in my bunker and thinking about it - but I guess if my instincts had been worth anything, I wouldn't have been tossed out of the Guild and left to the Lupes. I never could resist a pretty face. Or a dangerous one. Tonight she asked me about Krawk Island. "You're from there, right?" - As if she didn't already know with her apparent "background check," but I still made a quip about her saying that just because I'm a Krawk. It got a laugh out of her, which normally would be a good thing, but I don't think I've ever had my scales crawl from someone's laugh before. Turns out her interest was because she was on her way there after her stint here in the Lost Desert. "An old love affair" with the place, she called it, and touched my hand. "You know how it is when you just can't keep away from something. Or someone." I'm not proud to admit I felt a flash of jealousy at that, but at least I didn't say anything to her face. She went on to ask about all the old haunts. Who frequented them nowadays? Any big names? And she seemed pretty keen to know more when I said - bragged - that I'd seen all kinds of famous pirates there. Garin of the Black Pawkeet, the Yooyuball crew, Captain Scarblade, once - and she asked if I'd be willing to accompany her. Said she had intel on a big haul, and having some extra muscle on her side would never hurt, especially one with scales as dark as the moon's shadow and as precious as the night's stars. She said I'll blend right in while we take McGill for all he's worth. Fyora help me, but I'm weak to that sort of flattery! If that pretty face does me in, let me at least have some gold to speak of when I'm done.
Never thought I'd see this old diary again! It's only been a couple of weeks, but I swear the brigs of Krawk Island can make the days feel like months. I surely didn't miss it. It's nice that someone missed me, though. And that the eyes and ears in the Tomb are as sharp as ever. For fear of sending someone after them, I won't name the kind soul that smuggled in my diary for me, but I'll be ever grateful. And if I ever get out of here, they've earned both friend and favour from the thief Blackclaw. Oh, if that isn't the only favour I owe! I should have known better. Those sweet promises of what would happen after we robbed McGill were lies, every one of them. The part about robbing the good governor were true - I'd be able to fund food and drink for all the Tomb's patrons for a year if I weren't stuck here - but the aftermath... She had no intention of running off with me. Not once she got her gold and found the scurvy sea dog she'd really been here for. What's a petty, disgraced thief to a king? I've no idea where her final destination is, but I do have an inkling she's got her sights set on something much bigger than just Revenge. No matter. She's on the seas now, and I intend to tear out these pages and give them to my friend at the earliest opportunity. That shadowy Acara...She may be the mistress of the double-cross, but she's not the only one who can play that game. These diary entries are just the start. When my time is served, I'll track her down and put all her plans of revenge on the Thieves' Guild to shame.
Masila claimed that Blackclaw filled her position in the Thieves Guild after she left, but it is uncertain what this means.
