Solo Seeing the Sights

[Aldus Beaumont]

* 3rd of Winter, 513 Boredom. This, more than anything, was what drove young Aldus Beaumont into action. Long forgotten was the treachery of years past, the harsh life that he was burdened with in the city of Sunberth. Syliras, despite being problematic in its own right, was undeniably the better place to live. Anarchy was, more than anything, a death sentence for one untrained in the ways of combat. A grin materialized upon the young man's expression as he scanned his surroundings, noting a small sack of mizas dangling from the belt of what looked to be an older gentleman. A mark. Aldus, in the past years, had learned to be cautious, knowing that his capture in the act of stealing would result in a quick end at the hands of the overzealous Syliran Knights. No, he needed to learn to be sly. Sneaky. Invisible. In his past, the need was non-existent, the simple act of thievery so expected that most carried little with them in the first place. In his last few years in Sunberth, Aldus had learned to find a score, merit what was even more helpful to him now. To crouch low, as some thought was to be stealthy, was idiotic. In a city whose streets nearly overflowed with people on a daily basis, to crouch was to stand out and slow oneself down to the point of complete ineffectiveness. Just as he neared his mark, he looked at the man closely. It was then that Aldus would back away, "Really, really bad idea, genius. The man's obviously a Knight." Before Aldus could jeopardize his existence even further, he would end his pursuit for the day. Gods, he had enough funds to last himself for the foreseeable future, why was he compelled to steal? "You were raised with the need, that's why." He knew this was the reason. Try as he might, the desire would never leave him. It was almost a need to steal, to take, it was a manifestation that he wished to be rid of. Perhaps that was his reason for moving into Syliras in the first place... Aldus would shrug off the thought, instead allowing him to wander about the congested streets of Syliras, his fingers interlocked in an attempt at centralizing his body heat as he cast his orbs about in search of something interest. He'd find nothing, his feet taking him along the street and towards the bazaar. "If it's not stealing, it's spending, isn't it?" Exactly. A laugh escaped Aldus' lips, his breath visible in the cold winter air as he closed his approach. The bazaar was flooded with, if possible, an even larger crowd of people, the cold lost in the sweltering mass of bodies as civilians and merchants engaged in heated debate over prices and the ultimate fate of the wares sitting atop tables. The exchanges, at least the ones that caught Aldus' attentions, were strained, and at times, comical. "SEVENTY? What kind of a cloak costs seventy mizas, ye gods forsaken swindler?" Aldus' ears perked at the shouting, his head turning as his features lifted into an amused grin, "Should've gone for a coat, mate," the young man murmured quietly, hoping no one would hear him as he continued on his merry way.

[Orion Michaels]

Aldus +1 Observation lore : Syliras: Not a good place for a thief Notes Aldus, your font and color scheme is really hard on the eyes. I had to copy it to a word document and change it around to read this comfortably. Maybe experiment with some other set ups? Or if I'm the only one who is struggling, tell me to shove off. Let me know if you have any questions, and please edit your grade request to reflect that it's been graded.