@bardlockandwarlock encountered a thief
Ian was familiar with bars. Too familiar. He hated them, most of the time, but on the busiest days with the most rambunctious drunks, those were the days you could catch him inside one, dodging between adventurers and sniffing out vulnerable valuables to take.
Often he was lucky, and left with a pocket heavy with gold. Other days he was... not. Today was one of those days.
He’d almost gotten away with it. Almost. He’d actually had his hand around the bottle of perfume, had just begun to turn away, and he was caught. Immediately his blue eyes popped wide, and he shrank back a good 4 or 5 inches. He froze, trying to decide if now was a good time to run or not.
“Uh... Hi.” His voice was quieter than he wanted it to be. “S’this... your bag?”
