A Hyur sits inside of an adjacent room next to the man with the bag. There was supposed to be no guards around and by all rights there were none, at least none that were seen by the masses. For whatever reasons unknown to the Midlander, his employers instruct him to stay inconspicuous during the course of the contract. So, he blends in with the rest of the Eorzean denizens, that much was easy enough to do. Being only able to leave the inn if his charge left, however, was another thing entirely. Just as easily as he blends in, he blends 'out' unnoticed, so to speak. He would be away from the inn for a few hours. Perhaps more if the mood strikes him. He figures that nothing could possibly go wrong as he leaves the building. Hindsight serves to be quite the bitch in the most inopportune time.
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       Thoughts of a boring night and easy contract fulfilled flits away with the appearance of what looks to be a woman who makes a hasty exit from the window in the room where his charge undoubtedly stays in. An exasperated but quiet groan escapes from the man's throat as he pinches the bridge of his nose as his head lowers and eyes squeeze shut. If he did that in hopes of waking from a bad dream, he would be sorely mistaken as he awakens to watch the shadowy figure dart from rooftop to rooftop.
       He tracks her as best as he can. The fact that the moonlight and what few lamp posts there are that provide the only source of light makes it hard as Thal's balls to effectively see where the burglar was going and what they look like.
       One small reprieve was the familiarity he has with the layout of Ul'dah. He would catch mere glimpses of the darting shadow, though from those few moments he takes note of lissom movements made by whoever he was chasing. His own quick steps dampen in sound due to the way his feet touches the ground beneath him, the silenced movements as if second nature. He wants to make this chase as one-sided as possible in his favor, hoping that the person bounding on the rooftops would not realize they had a tail.
       Unfortunately, he loses his target. Fortunately, he figures that from the few times he sees the ghost, they look to head towards the Coliseum. Unfortunately, again, even if the person did enter the Coliseum, he has no idea how much time passed between their arrival and his own. They could easily have been done and gone already. The Hyur pinches the bridge of his nose again as his eyes close a little more gently this time; a tiny inkling of hope that this could still be a bad dream. He barely gives a glance to a discarded robe he passes by, still searching but also now just slightly wandering aimlessly. If there was another fortunate moment to be had, he figures it would most definitely have to be something that he could use to pick up the trail again.
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       Thoughts of a boring night and easy contract fulfilled flits away with the appearance of what looks to be a woman who makes a hasty exit from the window in the room where his charge undoubtedly stays in. An exasperated but quiet groan escapes from the man's throat as he pinches the bridge of his nose as his head lowers and eyes squeeze shut. If he did that in hopes of waking from a bad dream, he would be sorely mistaken as he awakens to watch the shadowy figure dart from rooftop to rooftop.
       He tracks her as best as he can. The fact that the moonlight and what few lamp posts there are that provide the only source of light makes it hard as Thal's balls to effectively see where the burglar was going and what they look like.
       One small reprieve was the familiarity he has with the layout of Ul'dah. He would catch mere glimpses of the darting shadow, though from those few moments he takes note of lissom movements made by whoever he was chasing. His own quick steps dampen in sound due to the way his feet touches the ground beneath him, the silenced movements as if second nature. He wants to make this chase as one-sided as possible in his favor, hoping that the person bounding on the rooftops would not realize they had a tail.
       Unfortunately, he loses his target. Fortunately, he figures that from the few times he sees the ghost, they look to head towards the Coliseum. Unfortunately, again, even if the person did enter the Coliseum, he has no idea how much time passed between their arrival and his own. They could easily have been done and gone already. The Hyur pinches the bridge of his nose again as his eyes close a little more gently this time; a tiny inkling of hope that this could still be a bad dream. He barely gives a glance to a discarded robe he passes by, still searching but also now just slightly wandering aimlessly. If there was another fortunate moment to be had, he figures it would most definitely have to be something that he could use to pick up the trail again.
