𝓒 ash is always in short supply when one’s utterly unemployable. Funds have plum near run dry, so what does Sheogorath see it fit to do? Go shopping, of course! In the market district where there is never a shortage of absent minded pedestrians floundering about too much to keep track of their wallets. If they have money to spend on whatever’s in the market, they have funds to spare of poor old man.
Unobtrusive approaches are best when performing roguish deeds. Not today. Not for Sheogorath. When He spots a sharply dressed young man like Jin through the sea of mortals, He slams right into the front of Him with an offended grunt and shoves Him away. ❝ Were I an frailer, I would have been knocked into the air! Watch where you’re going, you pointy chinned twit! ❞ He spits and goes to move on His way. He hadn’t felt a wallet when slipping His hand into the gentleman’s jacket. Had He tried him in the past? Hard to tell with so many white hair fellows tooling about.
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