Post by crocutta on Apr 2, 2017 20:03:12 GMT -6
FLY
[ aohdian, commoner, "merchant" ]
I am anything but honest
[ aohdian, commoner, "merchant" ]
I am anything but honest
Even in the waning sunlight hours, the Gilded Bridge was a bustling swarm of activity, a buzz of chatter deafening ears as each potential customer spoke over one another. A crowd of flanks brushing too close together to notice the suspicious tug of telekinesis at their loosened wallets. There was something to be appreciated in the claustrophobia - it left horses stupid and unsuspecting, too caught up in the deals in front of them to notice their pockets had become a little lighter. Here, it was easy to make a clean getaway, and keep the appearance of a merchant selling random nick-knacks.
Clicking his hooves against the stone with a sneer, Fly pocketed the shards he'd managed to swipe as he stole away into the anonymity of the crowd once more. So far, the day had been profitable. He'd managed to sell quite a few luck trinkets, love potions, and a couple of very shiny, but very mundane "health" rocks, and was now confident enough to spend some time perfecting his more direct methods of money-making. Spirits high, he weaved through the crowd, pacing back and forth on the bridge as he scanned the crowd like a hungry wolf, searching for signs of weakness. It was their own fault for being so damn gullible.
Clicking his hooves against the stone with a sneer, Fly pocketed the shards he'd managed to swipe as he stole away into the anonymity of the crowd once more. So far, the day had been profitable. He'd managed to sell quite a few luck trinkets, love potions, and a couple of very shiny, but very mundane "health" rocks, and was now confident enough to spend some time perfecting his more direct methods of money-making. Spirits high, he weaved through the crowd, pacing back and forth on the bridge as he scanned the crowd like a hungry wolf, searching for signs of weakness. It was their own fault for being so damn gullible.
