Leaning against the wall outside one of the bustling taverns afforded her the shroud of darkness she sought. At night there was no fear standing out in the open when there was hardly any risk of another human catching sight of her in the pitch black.
It was all impersonal. She had no motive aside from selfish greed and coin enough to last her until she decided to move on to the next town.
Things had been boring lately. Little news, little excitement and petty, unremarkable thefts. A high bounty on her head across several countries tended to do that, so she was lying low until it all blew over. Well, relatively low at least.
Stubbornly remaining out in public and refusing to hide had earned her quite a bit of attention. All of which needed paying off: more money, more theft. It was a cycle, alright, though not necessarily a vicious one. It was easy and something she was frankly blind to. Consequences meant very little to her as a woman with no qualms about skipping town at the first sign of trouble.
With a few swift and nearly silent cuts Awiergan stripped some of the smaller, less suspicious coin purses off the noticeably inebriated. Each was tucked into its own pocket of her coat, the slight jingling of coin quickly silenced as they were enveloped. She was no stranger to taking advantage of the weak and was eager enough to take the shortest, most profitable route to obtaining the comfortable cushion of false wealth she was accustomed with leaning upon.
