“Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
She looks him up and down, spying the formality of his clothing, and the shiny pocket watch in his pocket.
”I’m here to find work and wealth. I’m told there is good fortune here.” She ignores his well wishes and treads past him, stealing the pocket watch as she goes. He doesn’t realize until the woman further back in the line asks him for the time. By the time he has turned to look for the thief she has escaped behind a market stall. The owner looks down at her and she winks at him, pressing a finger to her lips to shush him. He smirks at her, passes her a small chunk of bread. She smiles, thanks him, assures him she will back to repay him before pulling her hood up, and walks further into the bazaar. As she walks she hums an old elvish melody, and seeks out any shops or taverns that need employees.
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