Timestamp: 82nd of Summer, 510 AV
Midday was always the best. With so many pickpockets around, there was no way for a victim who had been robbed to determine who had stolen his purse, as there were too many people "bumping" into him. On a particularly fat target, there would be several thieves following, and it was always a competition to see who'd get it first. Sasin loved it when that happened, as he could always follow and steal from the thief.
Unfortunately, this was not midday. This was in the morning, so he had to be careful. Which was why he was wearing clothes and a headband that were, to anyone who knew him, distinctly not him. He had a change of clothes in his bag, and planned on ducking into an empty alley and changing after a theft.
He found his target, a tall youngster, gazing longingly at the weapons stall while a woman, presumably his mother, was dragging him along. It was the same actions as always. Get around them, get the knife ready, walk by them, slit, catch, and volia. Instant purse.
He knew that he had a good few seconds before they would discover the theft. He had timed it so that they were just leaving the stall when he took their money. He didn't run. He walked, slowly and calmly towards an alley he knew would be deserted at this time. The second he was out of sight, he started jogging to the back alley. He knew better than to run by now. Humans were terribly slow, and the whole point was to blend in.