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x☣xxR y l d r e exxH u n ' a t hxx☣
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☣ Male || 45 || Drow || Nirynda
☣ Location: The Market Place ⇛ Town Square
☣ Tags: Quilandrí
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Ryldree slipped through the town like a shadow, nobody seemed to take notice of the tiny figure with the billowing cloak. Had they taken notice of this small elf they would have been off almost right away. The biggest reason for that was the cloak that was clasped at his collar bone had a large hood, which he was using to obscure as much of his upper face as possible. A black mask covered his face from his cheekbones down, meaning very little could be seen of his face. In fact other than the occasional glimpse of his face from under the hood he was completely covered from head to toe. A pair of black trousers and a patched together black tunic peeked out from under dark brown leather gauntlets, knee high boots, belts and pouches that one could only guess at what was inside. Ryldree was no fool, he knew how the average human would react to seeing a drow in town. It was why he was taking every precaution to keep his heritage a secret. He was fully prepared to leave town should someone notice and take offence to him being there. With that he paused in his wandering to step into the shadows. A hand leaped to the simple daggers that were safely tucked into their sheaths and hidden by his cloak. It didn't seem wise to walk into town openly carrying weapons but he wanted and needed to have something on hand should things go sideways. That being said those weren't the only weapons he carried on him. There was a smaller dagger hidden inside each boot and even smaller daggers hidden inside his gauntlets. Some of the many pouches that lined his belts carried the essentials but they mostly had throwing daggers tucked away inside of them.
Pale violet eyes peered out from under the hood and zeroed in on a particularly wealthy human. Well perhaps not wealthy but the young woman seemed to be better off than anyone else in the market place. Releasing his daggers he slipped forward through the crowds, ducking and weaving silently until he was trailing closely by the girl. As she paused to lean over to look at something on display he swept past. As he swept past he deftly slipped his hand into her unprotected basket and snagged the small pouch of coppers and gold with practiced ease. Then he was slipping away, both the shop keeper nearby and then girl he had just pick pocketed were both non the wiser to his crime. He didn't look at his prize right away, he had to give himself space between the girl and his crime. After all the guards that were on duty surely would have noticed him then. Nothing stands out more than a stranger looking into a pouch in the middle of the street not even a couple feet away from someone. So instead he slipped away from the market place and made his way towards what he assumed was the town square. If he wanted to blend in then he assumed that it would be smartest to head there. It didn't take him to make it to the town square. There weren't to many people standing around. The only one who really stood out was someone sitting at the edge of the fountain at the center of the square. Giving her a once over he came to the conclusion that she might be a tad bit oblivious, the biggest clue was the bag that was unattended. Had he had any inkling that she had money inside it he would have made off with it already. However he assumed that she had little. So instead he pulled forth his prize and peered inside the pouch. A couple silvers and a few copper as well as three gold coins were nestled inside the pouch. With a soft huff he picked out the gold and stashed them away in his hidden pouch of gold and then tied the pouch of silver and copped on his hip. It wasn't a lot but it would be able to get him a little bit of food and maybe a room for the night. With that he glanced over at the girl who was reading the book by the fountain. With a small shake of his head he fought internally, on one hand if her stuff was stolen it wasn't his fault. However on the other hand if her stuff did get taken and he could have said something he would feel ever so slightly guilty. "Do you want your bag to be stolen?"
