A short, athletic girl struts down the street, long, chestnut hair and red cape flowing behind her as she pushed her way through the crowded streets of the city, the soles of her thick, leather boots clacking on the cobblestone. She held her head high, midnight-blue eyes flashing from underneath her peaked hood;  if daring the world to stand in her way. Under the cloak she wore simple leather, peasant’s wear--or a thief’s.

And sure enough, and she walks, her hand seems to speed up and dart into people’s pockets, snatching odd coins while she barely broke stride. Someone eventually spotted it and yelled at her to stop, charging at her- and so with a laugh and a cheery “Seeya!” she vanished again. On to the next street, the next town, the next heist, wherever that be....