George
George hadn't spent much time in the Hollowed Grounds, but he had a certain, shall we say, penchant for mischief. As a result, he could usually be found around other people, and so it was on this particular day.
He lounged against a bar, leaned back on his elbows with a drink in his hand, studying the surrounding crowd with a practiced gaze. His brown hair was tousled, as though he often ran a hand through it, but it somehow managed to look intentional on him. Blue eyes darted from person to person, subconsciously cataloguing them. Don't want to mess with him, probably a soldier. Maybe that one - she's got a fat purse. Or him, he's not paying attention... And so it went on.
It was thus that George found himself watching a particular person - not because they were a potential target, but because they were a potential thief. He grinned to himself as he watched them sidle up to a patron of a nearby bar, picking at the target's purse until it broke, scattering the contents on the ground. George tipped back his drink, draining it, and made his way over to the thief and their mark, crouching to help gather the coins. Most he handed back to the patron, but he was well-practiced in sleight of hand, so some off them would find their way eventually back to George's own wallet.
"Don't mind my sibling," he said to the patron, shooting a mischievous glance at the thief. "They're just clumsy."
He lounged against a bar, leaned back on his elbows with a drink in his hand, studying the surrounding crowd with a practiced gaze. His brown hair was tousled, as though he often ran a hand through it, but it somehow managed to look intentional on him. Blue eyes darted from person to person, subconsciously cataloguing them. Don't want to mess with him, probably a soldier. Maybe that one - she's got a fat purse. Or him, he's not paying attention... And so it went on.
It was thus that George found himself watching a particular person - not because they were a potential target, but because they were a potential thief. He grinned to himself as he watched them sidle up to a patron of a nearby bar, picking at the target's purse until it broke, scattering the contents on the ground. George tipped back his drink, draining it, and made his way over to the thief and their mark, crouching to help gather the coins. Most he handed back to the patron, but he was well-practiced in sleight of hand, so some off them would find their way eventually back to George's own wallet.
"Don't mind my sibling," he said to the patron, shooting a mischievous glance at the thief. "They're just clumsy."
if life had background music playing your song
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
I've got to be honest - I tried to escape you but the orchestra plays on
