Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The port is bustling as much as usual, the din of conversation and bartering making it easy to melt into the crowd. A regular of the area, most people don't pay her any attention, and she doesn't attract it today. She's focused instead on the bulging pockets of those around her, the darkness of her thick cloak disguising the nimble fingers beneath.
Her eyes flicker momentarily to the woman next to her, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she says casually, "You know, thieves practice stealing from jackets with bells tied to them. They have to be smooth and quick to get their loot without making a sound." The subtle smirk on her lips suggests she's had some practice with this method, her eyebrow raising in a quiet question that spells trouble.
Her eyes flicker momentarily to the woman next to her, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she says casually, "You know, thieves practice stealing from jackets with bells tied to them. They have to be smooth and quick to get their loot without making a sound." The subtle smirk on her lips suggests she's had some practice with this method, her eyebrow raising in a quiet question that spells trouble.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
