AHHHHHHHHHHH (Solo)

[Nyahna Sasin]

7th of Spring, 512 AV
Even a few days later, people were still in shock. The illusions assaulting the city had been bad enough, but at least the city had fixed itself up, with just a bit of help. This… whatever it was had wrecked the city, and done something to everything outside. Sasin had nearly gotten his head torn off on the 4th by something that might have once been a tree.

Even so, the young Dhani was restless, and decided there were two things he could do. He could help the Womiyu (at least, he assumed it was them) clear out the area, like some other mercenaries. Or, he could take advantage of the death and evacuation of so many citizens to do some good old fashioned, Sunberth style looting.

He walked pass the guard, his bow and daggers hanging conspicuously from his belt. The man raised an eyebrow at him, apparently not convinced Sasin could take care of himself, but let him pass. Sasin bared his teeth in a vicious grin, and moved on, making a mental note to actually kill something messily. Just to divert suspicion.

He had time, but limited space. It wouldn't do for him to come back with a huge bulging bag. Alone for now, Sasin quickly got to work. Choosing an elaborately decorated house, he tried the door, and grinned as he found it unlocked. The good thing about a panic was that people forgot little things like keeping thieves out.

Inside, everything was in disarray. Chairs shattered, a table overturned, the half burnt remains of a wooden plate in the hearth. An awful smell filled the house, the smell of rotten meat. Someone, or something had died here. Well, at least that meant there was definitely no one inside aside from him.

Kicking debris out of the way, Sasin made his way over to a chest in the corner of the room. Pulling out his tools, he began to tease the lock, trying to get the feel of it, clicking tumblers up one by one, moving from back to front. Either because it was old, or because it was very well made, every tumbler required a different touch, in addition to the normal variations in hight. The lock was frustrating, but eventually, he managed to get it open. He kicked the lid open childishly, rubbing fingers numb from gripping the pick too hard.

Inside was something that resembled a short sword, but… wasn't. One side was sharpened, but the other side had notches all the way down. Strange. He tucked it into his bag, making a mental note to find out what it was later.

Going to the bedroom, he found the corpse of a dog crushed under a fallen wardrobe. He wrinkled his nose, thankful for his subpar sense of smell as a human, and started rummaging. He found a coin purse sitting in the drawer, as well as some jewelry, but nothing else he could take. He wasn't going to weigh himself down and bulk his bag up with clothes or small knick-knacks. Strange sword thing excluded.