Adam
Adam was given a job that basically amounted to popping to the shops for everyone, which he wasn't thrilled about, but it was at least a chance to show off his skills as a master thief. He went around the guild and got everyone's requests (it seemed whichever stall owner sold blankets and fancy fabrics was going to be very unhappy) then set off, first of all to get a drink.Old habits died hard.
But the next day he was ready, idling around the market as he had done at home. Standing on the side of a stall, looking as casual as he could, a hand darting out to gather small items like jewellry or fruits. For harder items, bigger ones, he had two methods:
1. Flirt it out of them. This was not technically stealing, but it still made him feel cool and rogueish, so it was fine enough.
2. Distract them with one of his many magic tricks, jokes or ways to start fights, then sneak whatever it was he needed out of the stall and into his bag.
Over the two days, he was proud of his haul. Not just from the markets, but scavenged from abandoned houses, snatched from pockets, found in storerooms. Coming to the meeting with a large bag over his shoulder and a spear in his hand, he was sure he didn't look at all subtle to anyone outside, but hoped he might look promising to his fellow guildmates.
For Lucas, he had brought a large spear. Black with a thick handle, it bore spikes around the main blade at one end and embellished vines swooped up the length of it. A fine weapon and a fearsome one. Hopefully it was good enough for Mr. Cool-Devil-Guy.
For Edy, he'd brought some fruits; he'd tried to get them in bulk but had a mind to set up some kind of regular deal for this, given that it would not last long. Waiting around a fruit stall for the owner to look away all day was hardly his idea of fun. He had some cakes too, and various sweets. These he placed down in a basket from his sack.
For Ezra, he brought out some silk sheets (an incredibly difficult find. They were a little small and rough, but it was the best he could do), wrapped around several items of jewellry, ranging from cheap thong necklaces to golden rings.
For Sunjata, he brought some nice clothes, whatever the mans style seemed to be. This was also what he had mainly gotten for himself on his little 'shopping trip'. Most of his selection was revealing and dark, inkeeping with his usual tastes.
Everyone it seemed wanted pillows, blankets and comfortable items, so he had brought plenty. Some of them had been taken from his own home to supplement the finds, but a lot of them were taken from local textile stalls or weavers. He had tried to select them on aesthetic value, ones bearing stars and sparkling stones sewn into the fabrics most valued.
It had also been mentioned a book to record happenings would be good, so he had taken a notebook from the abandoned bookstore in the settlement. The guy probably wouldn't miss it, right?
"You'd all better say thanks or I'm gonna piss on you." He jokingly threatened as he placed everything down on the table.
At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
