PM to join [Pig's Foot Tavern] A Night Like Any Other

[Sydney Turnstone]

Rowen grinned; the kid wasn't exactly making this difficult, but then again, he wouldn't know about his magic. He breathed, sharply taking in everything he was feeling. The damp cold air of anarchy burning his nose as he took it in, heavy with smog and winter mist. The thief focused on that, his skin tingling in response, the very air around him seeming heavier, like it was becoming more and more present with every passing tick. The smog was thicker, and oily against his skin. He could taste it's warmth, it's thickness. The twilight around him taking a grayer color. Rowen scowled, his nose wrinkling unpleasantly. Everything about this city was disgusting, even it's air seemed to be more pollutant than air. His eyes flickered, finding the escaping thief easily. His aura reeked of panic and paranoia, shuddering violently and irregularly -- matching the beat of his worried heart. He supposed he hadn't been seen, or that he wouldn't be expecting anyone other than fatty to follow suite, which worked wonderfully in his favor. It would be easy enough to find that wonderfully warm glint of gold off his desperate aura. He watched carefully, or perhaps it would be better to say he felt as the other thief moved quickly through the snow, the distance between the two becoming thicker and thicker. Rowen followed quietly, and slowly, not really not needing to rush. The prickling sensation of paranoia becoming more and more prominent as he made his way closer to the slumped shadow -- it was much to dark for the thief to really see any of the detail in his aura, as he would prefer, but the heavy smell of alcohol that mingled with smell of sharp panic easily marked him as the thief from the bar. Or a midget alcoholic. A severely panicked midget alcoholic. Rowen considered moving on the kid, now, demanding the money. But it might be better to get Nadia to question the kid...the two might be able to see if he was lucky with anyone else, and who knows? If Rowen could double what they thought to make tonight, it could cover the two for a couple of weeks. So instead, on the opposite side of the street, he leaned against the wall, careful to watch the aura for any sudden moves.