@oggyfromthebog
“Take my dignity, but not my money!” Leo lurched awake. His arm jutted out and protectively grasped onto the pouch around his waist. His eyes squinting at the light creeping in through tavern window. “Oh, thank god. It’s you,” The hungover thief mumbled, with a sigh of relief, as he made out Oggy’s features. Leo had made a habit these past few days of passing out on the top of the bar after closing. One of the perks of annoying the owner so much so, that they happily agreed to let him pass out there if it meant he’d stop pestering them. Yet, waking up on the stiff table never stopped being a startling way to come to.
“I was suppose to meet you, wasn’t I? There was something about tricking some noble? What hour is it anyhow?” He asked with a quirk of his brow, rubbing his tired eyes as he did so.