After much searching I have found the lock picking outlaw. I was able to convince him to accompany me to Goddess Alex by guaranteeing his safety and informing him of the job Goddess Alex has for him.
Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
I thought I could beat a woman at chess, but she put me in my place and reduced me to tears. This is my public apology, and my recognition of my own inferiority. Thank you for making me your chess bitch.
