Fall 89th 510 AV
Winter. He hated winter. It wasn't quite winter yet, but it might as well have been for him. He was already freezing, even wearing as many layers as he thought he could get away with. He shivered again, and ran his fingers though his hair. Rubbing his hands together, he glanced around the market again. One thing he had found most irritating about winter time was the fact that it made him slower than usual. He was already feeling a little sluggish, and had had to shake himself awake a few times already today. He growled a little in disgust. He had nothing to show for his efforts today. It was pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
Glancing around, he watched a young man examining swords and a woman buying a scarf, before dismissing them. Normally, they would be a great catch, but he was cold, and tired, and he knew perfectly well that in a situation like this, trying to steal from them would be much riskier than usual. There were less people here than usual, and he honestly didn't care very much how much he netted, as long as he got something.
A flash of movement caught his eye, and he turned in time to see an armored man, possibly a mercenary, knock a boy to the ground, and start yelling "Thief!!". A crowd started gathering, and he saw the knights begin to move in the direction of the turmoil. He smirked a little. Perfect.
Weaving his way through the crowd, he spotted a coin purse dangling from a belt. The man it belonged to was tall, definitely a human from the smell of it. He looked a little strange, and stood out, as if he wasn't used to being here. Definitely not from around here, and likely unused to the thieves that walked the market. In other words, easy prey. Sasin eyed the furred cloak and brocade vest the man was wearing enviously. They looked warm, definitely, but expensive as well. Slipping a hand into his pocket, he pulled out the tiny blade he used, and moved forward, bumping the man, slicing through the string of his coin purse, his hand poised to catch it.
It didn't happen. Glancing down, he cursed inside as he realized that the knife had not gone all the way through. Even worse, the man was glaring at him, although luckily, he didn't seem to have noticed. Sasin grinned sheepishly, and apologized.
Well shyke. No way he could get that purse now, unless...
Glancing around, he noticed a dirty, scrawny young boy gaping at the scene. Likely the would be thief was a friend of his. It was no matter. Slipping to the boy's side, he shoved past him, as if eager to see, and, as he hoped, the boy smacked into the man, who turned away from Sasin to sneer at the boy. Quickly, his knife flashed out, and he caught the coin purse, turning away in that same instant.
The man, noticing his missing purse, started yelling at the boy as well, who started protesting his innocence. Sasin turned, disappearing into the crowd as quickly as he could manage. He didn't need that boy pointing an accusing finger at him. Extracting himself from the crowd, he slipped the coinpurse into his satchel, and congratulated himself on a job well done. Now, he decided, he needed to go back to his room so he could sleep.
It was petching cold, and he wanted nothing more than a warm bed to fall back on.