| The Mystic Thief watches from the corner of her eye a man in ragged robes stumble into the bar. She goes deeper under her hood as she thinks she recalls 'borrowing' his money bag and expensive shoes earlier that week.
She is amused as he begins what seems like polishing on the iron legs of the bar stools. His wild-eyed stare is lewd and she wonders if he thinks he's entered a strip club. The Gull's Roost has always been a place for the ragged and the loners, for deals, bartering and whispers in dark corners - he'll be disappointed, she muses.
__________________ ~ Mystic Thief of Balmora ~ |