75th of Fall, 511 AV
It was a night just like any other for the Ghost. He couldn't comment on the temperature or weather, simply because it had no real bearing on his existence. All he could determine was that the people of the Endrykas seemed well enough this evening. Things were going fairly well for Auldwin, he had refined his art since the very first night he began relieving the Endrykas goers of their worldly possessions. The first addition was the use of something to carrying the coins in. Often he simply utilized whatever was available. Often that was a cup or bowl of some type in the immediate area, nothing of great consequence. It was often better to use something inside of the pavilion he was targeting, if nothing else than to save his Soulmist for the actual attempt at thievery.
As he moved swiftly upon the ground, keeping low beneath the typical sight of any persons whom might still be awake, he found himself within the Sapphire Clans territory. The Ghost noted a plethora of tents, choosing one with a heavy blue damask. Floating to one side of the tent he listened for a moment, a technique he had picked up after a few attempts that thievery. Auldwin found it best to listen for any conversations going on, as that was a good enough reason to move along and find a better target. His mist lingered near the bottom of the south side of the tent, and after a few moments of careful auditory observation he heard nothing. Perfect.
He allowed his head to drift inside in order to gain knowledge of the layout within. It seemed the place was well kept. Incredibly kept actually, and equally as spartan. The cleanliness of it all made Auldwin think there had to be something hidden within it's fabric confines. As he moved his Soulmist more fully inside, he recognized the overall worn out nature of nearly everything inside. It was preserved as best as could be expected, but everything looked like some kind of hand-me-downs that had all congregated into one tent. How unusual. He found the sleeping place of the lone occupant, a few pillows grouped together upon the floor.
Knowing it best not to linger too long, Auldwin immediately set about looking for coins. Every tent he had infiltrated thus far had coins somewhere. Some kept them under their pillow, some kept them in their backpack, some kept them in a desk drawer. It was just a matter of finding and retrieving them. Despite the moral question of stealing, Auldwin wouldn't help but find a certain personal interest in the challenge. Goblets, a rug, typical dinner ware. There had to be something, some coins stashed somewhere. ANYWHERE. Were they perhaps...in the pockets or upon the person of that lone occupant? That would be a dangerous target, but Auldwin found himself intrigued by the opportunity. Already the temperature inside of the tent was beginning to drop, far below the ambient temperature outside, almost as if a draft had something gotten past the flap. Auldwin had to work fast.
It was a night just like any other for the Ghost. He couldn't comment on the temperature or weather, simply because it had no real bearing on his existence. All he could determine was that the people of the Endrykas seemed well enough this evening. Things were going fairly well for Auldwin, he had refined his art since the very first night he began relieving the Endrykas goers of their worldly possessions. The first addition was the use of something to carrying the coins in. Often he simply utilized whatever was available. Often that was a cup or bowl of some type in the immediate area, nothing of great consequence. It was often better to use something inside of the pavilion he was targeting, if nothing else than to save his Soulmist for the actual attempt at thievery.
As he moved swiftly upon the ground, keeping low beneath the typical sight of any persons whom might still be awake, he found himself within the Sapphire Clans territory. The Ghost noted a plethora of tents, choosing one with a heavy blue damask. Floating to one side of the tent he listened for a moment, a technique he had picked up after a few attempts that thievery. Auldwin found it best to listen for any conversations going on, as that was a good enough reason to move along and find a better target. His mist lingered near the bottom of the south side of the tent, and after a few moments of careful auditory observation he heard nothing. Perfect.
He allowed his head to drift inside in order to gain knowledge of the layout within. It seemed the place was well kept. Incredibly kept actually, and equally as spartan. The cleanliness of it all made Auldwin think there had to be something hidden within it's fabric confines. As he moved his Soulmist more fully inside, he recognized the overall worn out nature of nearly everything inside. It was preserved as best as could be expected, but everything looked like some kind of hand-me-downs that had all congregated into one tent. How unusual. He found the sleeping place of the lone occupant, a few pillows grouped together upon the floor.
Knowing it best not to linger too long, Auldwin immediately set about looking for coins. Every tent he had infiltrated thus far had coins somewhere. Some kept them under their pillow, some kept them in their backpack, some kept them in a desk drawer. It was just a matter of finding and retrieving them. Despite the moral question of stealing, Auldwin wouldn't help but find a certain personal interest in the challenge. Goblets, a rug, typical dinner ware. There had to be something, some coins stashed somewhere. ANYWHERE. Were they perhaps...in the pockets or upon the person of that lone occupant? That would be a dangerous target, but Auldwin found himself intrigued by the opportunity. Already the temperature inside of the tent was beginning to drop, far below the ambient temperature outside, almost as if a draft had something gotten past the flap. Auldwin had to work fast.
