Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-25038310-20140814162150

J'Tarz was looking at the other side of the town, far from the market district. He always had to keep himself from staring too long at the locks of the houses, which he knew he could easily pick. The small crowd of people worked in his advantage, and he blended in without an effort, until he noticed someone with two, large pouches. He could notice they were full of gold. He couldn't keep himself from ignoring them, and reached for them.

''When the guild will rise they'll know to better hide their pouches next time.. here's a lesson.''

It was done in an instant, like he had been born with it. An easy snatch, in the middle of the crowd. The man didn't notice anything. He put the pouches in in his pocket, and ducked in an alleyway, well hidden, to see what he actually got.

''fifty septims.. I'm getting quite rusty.. All the sweet-talking trying to sell moon sugar and skooma to a depressed nord or a  dealer must have had a toll on my eyes and.. 'practical' skills.''

He searched around for a good amount of time for Kradien, but couldn't find him. He figured he had to return to the carrage, snce he thought that someone else would have found him by now..