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[falco1029]

((Im feelign sympathetic, as everyone complains about people breaking out, my thief in particular. This is the last rp chanc eill give on the rp board to recapture him. If no one plays it right, then it'll have to be done ingame from now on. Revlen and Stephen, this means you two...))

Cris walks around the outskirts of trollsbane. He knows he should be there, but he cant help himself. He has changed his clothes and made sure his face looks different, but still, If someone looked close, they might stil lrecognize him, as they always seem to do. He walks into town, looking around for a victim, or possibly to see if Zahya is around. He makes sure to jump into shadow if a guard gets anywhere near, especially stephen or revlen.

[Delakaniam]

On the outskirts of Trollsbane grows a cluster of cherry trees, which on this day has served to be a comfortable haunt for an elfess reclined on a thick branch. Amber eyes momentarily follow a figure outskirting along Trollsbane's outskirts, but with far less interest than the close-at-hand bottle of... whatever darkly colored liquor appears so tasty to this particular member of the elven race.

De'am doesn't know the man anyway. In any case, drinking is her focus of the hour(s) for the current moment. She returns to the intimate conversation with her liquor bottle soon after.

[falco1029]

Spotting the elfess, who he sees also has spotted him, he decides to wait until she isn't looking. After she seems to lose interest, he loops aroudn a few trees and positions himself better in accordance to her. He notices that she has a drink in her hand, so he figured that she is likely not very focused. He prepares to approach

[Delakaniam]

De'am swigs.

De'am brings the bottle back down.

De'am looks at the bottle.

De'am looks at the bottle and beams.

[falco1029]

Cris notices that the elfess doesn't seem to be paying him any attention anymore. He looks her over, looking at pockets or bags to see if they seem full