After watching and loitering for a few hours, Yloise decided tonight was the only opportunity for success. Too many folk entering and leaving to sneak through past the owners without being noticed during the early evening hours.
She had to wait for the owner of the stone to be asleep and then spiritedly enter without incident. Yloise borrowed a dirty, well worn robe from a vagrant, including the odorous smell to go along with it. She cringed but had no robe of her own to cover herself with in case she was spotted.
She climbed up the backside of the inn and checked each window for a occupant, and finally spotting her target sleeping inside, she crept into the room from the sil. Her foot falls muffled with her soft boots. She examined the room in the moonlight, only spotting some luggage at the foot of the bed, but she continued to look through the room to spot a small bag shoved under the side of the bed, barely covered by the blanket underneath the sleeping man.
Yloise paused to make sure the blanket was not caught on the bag. She reached for the bag, only to find a string of bells tinkling as she dragged the bag out. Alarmed, her heart leaps into her throat and her heart began to race, the dizziness she experienced only caused her to put the bag under her arm and crawled out the window as the man awoke. "Eh? Wha--?"
She only looked back briefly to smile as her bag was full of something, but she did not know what at this time. She scrambled for the roof and began her escape across the connected rooftops towards the Colosseum.
Adrenaline was giving her speed and agility, she ran across the roofs as nimbly as a doe being chased. She began to understand the feeling of alertness and giddiness she received.
Upon reaching the Colosseum, she stopped and discarded the robe, dropping it into a corner of where she climbed down. She faced a few curious onlookers and bowed to them as she walked off with her catch, towards the Gold Court, where she was to meet a buyer for the object.
Yloise was damp, sweating from the exhaustion, the adrenaline fading into a strange light headed feeling. Smiling she finally opened the sack to reveal the contents. Her prize, a large uncut garnet, a book with papers and writing utensils, and a wax seal kit. She was not intrigued by the stamp on the outside of the wax stamp box, nor did she understand the heraldry of the world to notice it was the stamp of Ishgard.
She had to wait for the owner of the stone to be asleep and then spiritedly enter without incident. Yloise borrowed a dirty, well worn robe from a vagrant, including the odorous smell to go along with it. She cringed but had no robe of her own to cover herself with in case she was spotted.
She climbed up the backside of the inn and checked each window for a occupant, and finally spotting her target sleeping inside, she crept into the room from the sil. Her foot falls muffled with her soft boots. She examined the room in the moonlight, only spotting some luggage at the foot of the bed, but she continued to look through the room to spot a small bag shoved under the side of the bed, barely covered by the blanket underneath the sleeping man.
Yloise paused to make sure the blanket was not caught on the bag. She reached for the bag, only to find a string of bells tinkling as she dragged the bag out. Alarmed, her heart leaps into her throat and her heart began to race, the dizziness she experienced only caused her to put the bag under her arm and crawled out the window as the man awoke. "Eh? Wha--?"
She only looked back briefly to smile as her bag was full of something, but she did not know what at this time. She scrambled for the roof and began her escape across the connected rooftops towards the Colosseum.
Adrenaline was giving her speed and agility, she ran across the roofs as nimbly as a doe being chased. She began to understand the feeling of alertness and giddiness she received.
Upon reaching the Colosseum, she stopped and discarded the robe, dropping it into a corner of where she climbed down. She faced a few curious onlookers and bowed to them as she walked off with her catch, towards the Gold Court, where she was to meet a buyer for the object.
Yloise was damp, sweating from the exhaustion, the adrenaline fading into a strange light headed feeling. Smiling she finally opened the sack to reveal the contents. Her prize, a large uncut garnet, a book with papers and writing utensils, and a wax seal kit. She was not intrigued by the stamp on the outside of the wax stamp box, nor did she understand the heraldry of the world to notice it was the stamp of Ishgard.
