6th of Spring, 515 AV
Ryu stalked along the alleyways, hood up and hands in his pockets. He kept his head down, staring at the cobblestone below, and followed the path. He had nowhere in mind, he just knew the right place to strike for Ryu was relatively low on money, and intended on mugging an unlucky passerby.
The handaxe tucked inside his coat beat against his ribs as he took each step, and he was determined only to use it as a threat or as a last resort should his victim resist. It once belonged to his father, so Ryu planned on keeping it from becoming damaged at all costs, since it was one of few reminders he still had.
The moon shone onto the ground below, illuminating the night along with the dimly lit lamps that were placed intermittently along the walls Ryu passed. As he got closer to a turn, Ryu heard voices. Two men, laughing and joking. Obviously drunk. Ryu slid along the wall, and peeked around the corner.
The one on the left was tall and blonde haired, whereas the other was short and brown. Both had a mug in their hands, and were sipping from what Ryu guessed to be ale. Ryu spied a money pouch on each man's waist, which brought a devious smile across his otherwise blank face.
He was about to dismiss the idea as too dangerous until the short man declared he had to go relieve himself, and disappeared into a nearby doorway. Ryu decided it was now or never, and strode up behind the blonde man. Slipping his hand into his coat and clutching his handaxe, but not drawing it, Ryu muttered into the man's ear.
"Your money or your life."