A quick eye and a silver knife

[Kirra]

Time Tag: a couple weeks before the Rogue plot.

Ahh… the Lower City. The liveliest part, in many's opinions, and no doubt the most violent. However, now was daytime, and most people were out, walking, talking, shopping and stealing in the market. Nadia herself had managed some food from a seller, and had just finished munching it while she was walking around. Today was a day not for large "projects," but for fun – flirting and coy smiles were in abundance.

She was wearing a loose fitting dress, and had several knives strapped on in various places. Even though it was a playful kind of day, Nadia disliked going anywhere without them. Her brown curls tumbled around her shoulders, and Nadia watched the streets for anyone she knew, or anything she wanted to do.

Not seeing anyone, Nadia figured she might sharpen her skills again. Spotting a likely target who was looking rather naïve to the ways of the Lower City, coming towards her, Nadia "tripped" just behind of him, quickly getting up again and apologizing profusely, but not before she slit his purse and hid it in her sleeve. Before she could turn away though, a hand quickly caught her wrist.

ooc: eh, not the best, but anyone can join… I can easily change the man to a woman, or you can be someone else.

[Jazz]

Felix was a morning person. Of course, those that didn't know him well weren't aware that he was a person at all, but Felix was fine with that. He liked being inconspicuous. He also liked the early morning, particularly this early morning. For some inexplicable reason, Felix was happy. Of course, he was often happy, but it never came in random rushes like this. Either way, he was in a good mood. If he were a more dramatic person, he'd be skipping through the streets. As it was, though, he was quite sure he was Felix Michael Black, so he remained collected, with only a vague smile on his face.

He suspected his sudden rush of dazed happiness might have something to do with a certain Elyssa Vetinatri, but he considered himself no exert of matters of the heart, he was a penniless writer, after all. He'd had his heart broken too many times to count... it was better not to get ahead of himself. Still, nothing could dampen his mood. It was a sunny day, a wlecome relapse from he recent thunderstorms. His beloved hat was perched on his scruffy blonde hair, and he was carefree...

But who is really carefree in Corus, home of thieves? Felix was, despite his dreamy nature, very attentive. He'd grown up in the lower city, and traveled with the players. He was no idiot. A young woman startled him, having tripped. She apologized, but Felix's eyes were quick. She turned away, but he grabbed her wrist. "Excuse me, miss, but I would like my purse back," he said politely, holding her arm firmly.