It was around 3/4 day and most of the towns people had headed back to there, homes for the day, most likely tending to the lasts of the house, hold chores of the day that needed to be finished before night fall. The few pubs in the city where starting to file in with men and a few women. You strolled in to a brewery and glanced around, trying to make a mental map of the place. The walls where a crème color with oak wood trimmings brass light fixtures where hung from the roof of the building. With you having a few minutes till the pub would be filled, you decided to rest at a far table in the corner where you had a pretty clear view of the entrance and several of the on-looking tables.
Setting your bag with the new bedding you had purchased at your side and resting your arms on the top of the table. People began walking in around the time you thought it would be, scanning your targets, you set eyes on an older man around 45 who was downing lots of ail.at this rate he was going to black out. Standing up and walking in his direction, you discreetly bumped in to him and apologized hands wandering in to the pockets of the bigger man and out quickly with 3 gold pieces in hand. turning away quickly and making your way to the other end of the bar.
While choosing your next target a hooded figure came in to the pub; while not unusual you took note that it seemed to be of high quality, a good target. While seeing people in higher power is not uncommon, it was certainly not something you would just skip over. People with higher power would normally go for higher end places. Oh well you though the must be some reason as to why you where seeing this person here. Continuing your rounds of going from pocket to pocket, you can help but keep looking at the stranger. They seemed quiet and kept to them selves. Its not like you had any room to judge, you haven't talked to anyone sense the fur seller this Moring. You ultimately decided to just keep a close eye on him.
It was later in the night and the pub was full of drunken lads and lasses and bar tenders sliding drinks to the fellow ho where basically begging for more Boz. Your hooded figure was at a table next to you, against the wall. You decided now was the time and try to make him fall for your scandalous crime, since their head was down on the table and they appeared to be asleep. Slowly approaching them from behind and sliding your hand softly in to their pocket.
Your hand was half way in when you felt it. A cool piece of medal was now preset agents your wrist.one wrong move and it would cut your wrist right of since it was preset extremely hard against your skin. The edge of the blade pressing in to your skin with a sharp pinching felling and drawing warm blood that could have been frozen, sold with how it felt flowing through your veins."F**K" you thought. There was no way to get your hand out of this with ought losing it
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The Final Crown.
AventuraA story where you are the main character , you will go an a guiling adventure with new friends and maybe a love interest. there will be slow updates and bad spelling because I am still in school this will be a slower book.
