Priorities

This place was definitely strange, new...but Adam knew marketplaces like the back of his hand. They were always the same. It was easy, now that he was well practised at it, to immediately pick out the shopkeeps that would be easy to lift from. Those that were distracted, picking at their wares or talking to others. As he headed into the stalls, he easily took a piece of fruit from a farm stall and casually ate it as he walked along, frowning at the odd new taste but deciding he didn't mind it and continuing to eat. It appeared the fucking massive bird on fire was gone. He had gathered it was called The Sparkbird, and was only a wintertime arrival; apparently the seasons here came and went very quickly for apparently in just a day, it had become spring. Adam drifted towards the perch as he wondered whether or not the feathers were worth anything. There was another man approaching it, who looked very sad, trapped in his thoughts. Giving him a nudge with his elbow, Adam nodded towards the perch. "Missed your chance to make a big Sparkbird sandwich, eh? Maybe you can do it next year, don't look so miserable." ADAM maybe i'm my own greatest fear maybe i'm too scared to admit that i might not be as dark as i think maybe i'm not the person that i never wanted to be