Just Another Thief
Something was going on. The winding streets, picturesque in their cobbles and small houses intertwined with merchants' shops were milling with people, smiles on most of the faces he saw and laughter echoing all around the town. Allan didn't keep up with the major events of the royals, but today was making him reconsider that choice. It was the perfect environment for a bit of pickpocketing or a card scam by in one of the many inns, the crowds providing a hiding place if he ever had to make a quick exit. The fair-haired man lowered the hood he wore and stepped out into the bustle of the street, looking around at the scenery as though absorbed by it. Although his clothes were tatty and rather patched, he blended in well in the crowd and he grinned widely. Everything was going particularly well so far with his new hunting ground.
He slid quietly through the throngs of Arendelle citizens as he chose his targets and sent a quick glance around the crowd for any watchers. Seeing none, he went ahead and began his business. Allan's methods varied in their details but not their simplicity - either bumping into a person and apologising profusely whilst slipping pouches or coins from their pockets, or sliding his hands gently onto belts or dresses in the crowd and filching money and jewellery. After a while, he ducked into an alley to consider his haul with a grin.
