Thieves of a feather...(Gareth)

[Nyahna Sasin]

Timestamp: 73th of summer, 510 AV

Midday was the best time of the day for any thief. So many fat purses, just ripe for the picking. So many bumbling pickpockets, just waiting to be framed. Unfortunately, dozens of purses and dozens of pickpockets could only mean one thing. Dozens and dozens of knights. And of course, it did mean that he would be caught eventually.

"I'm telling you, I didn't take your petching purse! You must have dropped it or something!"

"If that's the case, why did it go missing just when you bumped into me?! Thief! Pickpocket!" Sasin's accuser was a tall, black haired man. He had checked his pockets after anyone bumped him, but had dome it so subtly that Sasin had missed it. He had dropped the purse the instant he saw the man turn to face him, and had walked on, feigning ignorance. Unfortunately, the man had not been detered, and was now loudly accusing him of theft.

The guards were approaching them, and a crowd was growing. This was a bad sittuation, approaching rotten

[Gareth]

(OOC: dome is so subtly??? misspelled book misspelled.)

Timestamp:510 AV, 73rd summer

Being a thief is a hard job, so many penalties, so many risks. Yet, that is the reason why some people do it, they seize the moment. Some do it for cash, and some, like Gareth do it for the thrill.

Now, Gareth was weaving his way through the crowd, relieving the audience of some commotion of their monetary possessions. Only a few trinkets, small coin pouches and the like. Slowly, he approached a man craning his neck to see the occasion. He smirked as he made a quick motion with his coal blackened blade, spilling Mizas onto the ground. He grabbed a handful and filled his own pouch, conveniently sewn into the inside of his jacket.
"Excuse me sir, your pouch gave way."
The man turned quickly, scooping up the little gems and stuffing them into his pocket, swearing and complaining about the quality of money pouches.

Now, Gareth could see what was going on. A well... kid of some sort was being accused of thievery. Thieves may have a reputation of being lying criminals, but this is not to say that some do not have honor. Quickly, he pushed his way to the middle of the crowd, looking at the man accusing the brownish haired person of theft, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Look, how do you know the kid did this. It could have been any of those other guys that bumped you. Heck, you probably dropped the petching thing. So just leave with your petching wallet and don't cause any trouble."
Gareth's voice was rough as he said this, not really intimidating, not really convincing, just... real. A reasoning voice coming from a rugged man. That kind which you know is correct, yet don't listen to.

[Nyahna Sasin]

He was about to continue arguing, for all the good it would have done, when a man stepped forwards in his defense. Normally, he would protest about being called a kid, but given the circumstances, he didn't think that was a good idea.

Wait....Kid? No, he couldn't be. Could he? Sasin had no illusions about what others of his kind thought of him. He was still quite young by dhani standards. And yet this man was tall enough to be a tall rattler, or a small constrictor.

His accuser seemed to want to argue more, but the appearance of this man had turned the crowd in Sasin's favor. They started to mutter, and leave. A few even called to him to get a better pouch. Finally, he left, growling and muttering.

Sasin let out a lungful of air he hadn't realized he was holding in. That had been too close.

[Gareth]

Gareth turned to face Sasin, a smirk on his face, as he spoke in a gruff voice
"Name's Gareth, nice to meet you."
He leaned close to Sasin, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Here's a hint, wear black... all the thieves wear black, the guards just end up confused..."
He straightened, fishing around in his pocket. A moment later, he produced a cigar, a white smoke gathering on the tip of his finger. Then, the smoke wrapped round the tip of the cigar and burst to flames, Lighting it. He took a draught and breathed out, smoke curling in the air.
"Terrible habit smoking... So, who are you kid..."

[Nyahna Sasin]

"Here's a hint, wear black... all the thieves wear black, the guards just end up confused..."

He smirked back. "Please. The guards here know better by now."

Gareth, hmm? Not a dhani name, not by a long shot. Most likely he was just a human who called everyone he met kid. "I'm Sasin. Pleasure to meet you." He was telling the truth about this.

He started walking towards the rearing, indicating for gareth to come. "So, you new to syliras? You don't seem to be from around here."

[Gareth]

Gareth's brow wrikled at Sasin's question.
"You know, I have no petching clue... Just woke up on the road outside..."
He smirked, following Sasin, each step echoing slightly.

"Well then, where are you heading..."
He took another hefty drought, exhaling some more smoke, before tossing the cigar to the ground, grinding it under his heel. Before walking after the Dahni.

[Nyahna Sasin]

He raised an eyebrow. "You just... woke up on the road? Odd." He was a little skeptical, but decided against probing some more. He had his share of secrets as well.

He sighed softly, running his fingers through his hair."I'm going to the rearing. You can come if you like." He said quietly as he walked. "So, you in the same business?" He asked curiously. "You don't seem like a merc,"As far as he could see, Gareth only had a simple dagger on him, and he doubted the man was hiding a broadsword somewhere. " and I doubt a simple traveler would stand up for an accused thief."

[Gareth]

Gareth stopped as the question of his business left Sasin's mouth. His reply was solemn, and confused.
"I... I don't know. I'm well, I think i was a thief, I can pickpocket and break into houses pretty well, but it's all just fragments, I can't remember much. Mercenary... No, pretty sure i'm not. And definitely not a traveler. I'm a Reimancer... and yeah, nothing else."
He stared ahead, deep in thought, before he asked
"Anyway, know where i can get some weapons..."
He gave a smirk, flipping out his dagger.
"This baby's all i got. It looks valuable, and i can't remember stealing it."

[Nyahna Sasin]

He stopped, and turned to Gareth. "You really can't remember anything??" He frowned, confusion in his eyes. "I've never heard of anything like that ever happening. Is that even possible?" The idea that that could happen was... frightening, to say the least.

"Mercenary... No, pretty sure i'm not. And definitely not a traveler. I'm a Reimancer... and yeah, nothing else."

"Reimancer?" He asked, confused. "What's a reimancer?" He had only very rarely and briefly heard of magic. The idea that anyone could create fire in the palm of his hand, or shift the earth by force of will, was not one that had ever occurred to him.

"Anyway, know where i can get some weapons..."

He smirked. "Of course. There's a metal smith nearby. I can take you there if you like. It's a little pricey, but with the commotion caused by yours truly, I doubt that will be much of a problem."

[Gareth]

Gareth waved his hand in the air, swirling it around slowly, as if attempting to conjure some explanation.
"It's... well... magic... of a sort."
He smiled, pacing ahead of Sasin.
"Like burning a hole in someone's purse to get to the cash..."
Gareth paused, as a few things clicked in his mind. I'm probably a thief... no one else would think of burning small holes when you can just incinerate the guy and get it over and done with.
"And anyway, i don't see why i can't afford a couple of swords,"

He turned to Sasin, and smirked
"My turn, what are you?"