Timestamp: 18th of Spring
Wandering the market, the young Dhani blended right in, just another face in the throng. Any one who was watching him, however, would notice that he was going no where in paticular, merely wandering to and fro. He was dressed in a plain shirt and pants, with a dagger tucked in his pant pocket. It was the busiest time of the day, and already, he could spot several purses, just waiting to be snatched. Still he waited for an easy target. It had been a while since he had done this, and he wanted to be certain of getting away with it.
He was currently eyeing a young lady and the man acompanying here. His eyes glittered as he spotted a money pouch dangling from the man's belt. This was too easy. Still, he had never been one to look a gift snake in the jaw. He followed them as they walked, inspecting item after item. His speed varied, sometimes walking right up to them, sometimes far away, but he didn't let them out of his sight.
Again, they stopped, and, for the millionth time, the woman bent over to look over and stroke a scarf. The man, obviously bored, turned away, and shook his head. Big mistake. Sasin wasn't the only thief in the area, and already, he could see a young boy, probably about sixteen, turn and stare. By Siku, this boy seemed to have less experience than Sasin himself did in the art of pickpocketing?
He frowned as a thought struck him. The man seemed almost unconcerned about his money. Here, he had two options. First, he could try and steal the money himself, and risk being caught, or he could wait for the other thief to try and steal it, then steal from the thief himself. The second option had more potential, as that eliminated any element of risk. He could always claim he had seen the theft, and had decided to help out by stealing it back. On the other hand, he ran the risk of loosing the thief.
His decision was made for him, as the young thief darted forward and bumped into the man. Idiot. That would make him the prime suspect when the man discovered his purse missing. "All the better for me." He muttered to himself. The thief nodded to the man, accepting the scolding that the man was delivering to him, before slipping away. Sasin followed the thief, who stopped at an alleyway to pour the coins into his own money pouch, which was slipped into a pocket. Sasin quickened his pace, and circled around so he was walking towards the thief.
Slipping his hand into his pocket, he took the knife in his hand, and, as the nervous thief passed by, constantly glancing backwards, slit the pocket, and caught the money pouch as it fell. The thief, preocupied as he was with making sure no one had notice his theft, did not notice that he himself had been robbed.
Smirking, Sasin slipped the pouch into his own pocket, and, keeping his hand on it, wandered off in search of some other victim.