our sins are washed away
Saiden wasn’t particularly fond of outsiders, which was funny considering he was one himself. Still, they were lucrative, so long as he knew to keep his eye out for likely targets. One presented itself almost immediately as soon as he sidled up to watch the comings and goings from the portal.
Although he'd never seen a winged woman quite like this, he'd grown used to seeing weird shit since coming to Caido, so he didn't bat an eye. Instead, as she flung herself towards and then into the ocean, he padded silently behind her. Seeing as she was kind enough to leave her bag behind her, he checked to make sure she was fully occupied by the water before kneeling beside it.
His hands darted inside, and he stuffed the fabrics there into his own pack quickly. Although he was shirtless, with just a rope belt, shorts, and sandals on, he had a bag tossed almost carelessly over his back. He just threw the first handful into his bag before straightening up, whistling a cheerful tune and beginning to walk towards the strange lady. "First time in Torchline?"
Although he'd never seen a winged woman quite like this, he'd grown used to seeing weird shit since coming to Caido, so he didn't bat an eye. Instead, as she flung herself towards and then into the ocean, he padded silently behind her. Seeing as she was kind enough to leave her bag behind her, he checked to make sure she was fully occupied by the water before kneeling beside it.
His hands darted inside, and he stuffed the fabrics there into his own pack quickly. Although he was shirtless, with just a rope belt, shorts, and sandals on, he had a bag tossed almost carelessly over his back. He just threw the first handful into his bag before straightening up, whistling a cheerful tune and beginning to walk towards the strange lady. "First time in Torchline?"
