Slipping into Riften via the canals off Lake Honrich, hopping from boat to boat, cape trailing behind him until he made it safely onto the canal's boardwalk. Has anyone seen me? No? Good. The thief tugged his hood back into place, as it threatened to fall, and kept his head down as he rounded about to get to the Ratway. The several beggars in the Ratway partially depended on him to survive, and he'd just made a very large haul. They might be able to buy some winter clothes, now. Slipping past the door, and moving into the bowels of the underground, he was given a warm welcome as he was rushed by several of the poor.
"Now, now, calm down." He teased slightly. Smiling underneath the mask, he opened up a traveler's bag and started passing out the riches of everything extra he'd stolen. They could fence it off to afford to feed their families for once, and the hope showed in their expressions. The smiles on their faces were heartwarming; it made the ridiculous risks of his career more than worth it.