"If you want to be on music duty, then that's fine by me, but I'm planning on having this done in a couple of minutes, with or without you. The only reason you're here is backup if things turn sour."
While ALICE was thinking up song lyrics, Arcturus had been musing over a plan. Merchants were constantly roaming the streets of Reajh, and the smaller the goods, the more often a cart would be involved. Having invested the last of the Anarchists' funds in a few burlap sacks, he was hoping to acquire one of these carts for quicker transport of the goods from the scene. As for the robbery itself... "Hold out sword, put money in bags, put bags on cart. That should work fine"
Scanning the cobbled road, Arcturus saw a passing salesman with a cart full of assorted fruits. "Don't start the music yet, I want to keep this low profile for as long as I can"
He walked briskly over to the short man, drawing his sword in such a way that it remained concealed under his coat, at least to other pedestrians. The merchant, however, got quite the eyeful, being right in front. Arctutus stared down at him. "This is a business transaction. Hand over the cart, don't make a scene. This blade is still dangerous when thrown, so don't run screaming." The guy shivered in terror as he gave up his merchandise, and a twang of guilt ran through the thief. "Calm down. This is life. This is the way of the world". Sometimes, he felt like that mantra was what kept him alive, that if he repeated it enough, he'd begin to believe it.
Striding stiffly back to ALICE in a failed attempt to look casual, he mouthed: "Let's go"