Syna had long since settled below the horizon, And Leth's light just managed to crawl above the parapets of Stormhold Castle, when Murdoch began his saunter through the streets and out towards the warehouses that sported The Spinning Coin. The walk there was well known by this particular man-about-town, well-oiled boots finding their way without much attention from their owner even in the darkness. He didn't spend a lot of time looking down alleyways or keeping an eye out for assailants - no, this was Syliras, and he had no need for such diligence. There simply weren't enough of that sort here to inspire any nervousness. Truth be told, he was the one everyone else should be looking over their shoulders at.His steps were nearly silent, though, only ringing out when he unexpectedly crossed a loose paving stone. Nothing on his person jingled, though he had a purse filled with two hundred silver mizas. And two daggers. But he was practiced at ensuring he didn't reveal himself or his riches, had padded his purse where it was tucked inside his shirt, hidden away both blades as well as he could. In dark clothing, with his naturally bronzed skin and chocolate-hued hair, he was little more than a shadow on silent feet.
The Spinning Coin, though, was a familiar hunting ground. It was where he made most of his money, supplimented by the few coins here and there that he filched from tourists and drunks. He was a better thief than a gambler, but that didn't always translate into how much money he had in his pocket at the end of the day. He'd become adept at picking pockets and could usually coax the most basic locks to give up their treasures, but he was still wary of using his more dasterdly trades in Syliras. The Knights were notoriously intolerant of such things, and he liked living in this town. No point taking chances he didn't need to.
He nodded a greeting to the pair of men who guarded the door, exchanging pleasantries and confirming the gossip that he'd been absent the last two weeks because of a new girl. He was more than willing to take the ribbing, grinning sheepishly as if he were actually embarrassed by it, but he knew it made him seem more familiar to them, and lessened the chances of them seeing him as a threat. Whether he cared for Nel Sayo or not never entered his mind - it was simply information to be used.
He made his way through the bustle of the gambling house, glancing over to see what entertainments were to be had on the stage, but the pig races didn't pique his interest. No, he knew where he was heading. He wove gracefully through the crowds, accepting a drink offered by one of the lovely ladies who roamed the place and rewarding her with a kiss dropped to the corner of her mouth.
The card tables. Those were his hunting grounds, and he perused the players as hungrily as any wolf who surveyed their forests to find the tender, juicy rabbits.
Come gamble with me!!)
