Thalassa
Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Just as she'd hoped, chaos does begin to stir. She's barely into her second petit four when a man wanders through the crowd in a supposedly 'aimless' manner that she recognizes all too well. He's got talent, managing to make the path look almost natural when he bumps into a face she recognizes, one of the people Colt had been talking about. Zavien had been his name.
It looks like the Sharpshot managed to dodge his ineptitude in more than one way. He doesn't even flinch when the pickpocket slips his hand into the thick jacket he wears, appearing to do quite the opposite by apologizing to the man, as if he's the one who bumped into him to begin with. Someone so naive probably wouldn't have made a good addition to Hak Etme's cabinet.
Thal hides a wicked smile behind the rim of her glass as she takes a sip, plotting to tell Colt the next time they meet.
It looks like the Sharpshot managed to dodge his ineptitude in more than one way. He doesn't even flinch when the pickpocket slips his hand into the thick jacket he wears, appearing to do quite the opposite by apologizing to the man, as if he's the one who bumped into him to begin with. Someone so naive probably wouldn't have made a good addition to Hak Etme's cabinet.
Thal hides a wicked smile behind the rim of her glass as she takes a sip, plotting to tell Colt the next time they meet.
