*Taking stock of what she had, the halfling entered the inn's common room.*

Pickpocketing is one thing, having mi pocket picked another. Best to keep track.

*Flashing a slight hand signal, she starts to circulate the room. Four drunk men are suddenly relieved of their purses. Pausing at an empty table at the back of the room, she lays down the two fatter purses, then goes to the hearth and sits on the floor beside it, back to the wall, a dagger in hand.*

I hate crowded rooms.

*Looking about, she sees Falcon enter. Settling in for a long wait, the young woman wonders exactly how long this stop will be.*


(ooc: for those who do not know, mi italics are thoughts; ye are only aware of them if you mind read...)


AIM: UnaGamine
uneavocate@hotmail.com
DC: Gamina
RS: Gaminia


I exist as Diana, develop Proserpina, and accept Hekate. I am complete.