A good day was not how Faelis would describe this one. A fun day, now that's what he was having. Usually he associated 'good' with 'success' and while he was not being very successful right now, he was having a hell of a good time.
Deciding to steal from someone in this peaceful town would most likely be called unmoral, and even Faelis wasn't going to steal someone's fortune here, but he wasn't above snagging a few coins from someone's purse.
Only this time, despite Faelis's admirable skills, his victim-to-be was an elf, and a very alert one at that. He had felt Faelis's attempt at pickpocketing and Faelis had had to make a run for it, empty-handed.
Now he was sprinting down the street, a black clad blur as he darted between market-goers and livestock as his pursuer made chase, shouting after him.
Faelis's eyes scanned the street in an instant, and his sharp golden eyes landed on a tavern. He made for it, stopping just outside the door before stepping inside.
It was market day, so there was quite a crowd in the street, so hopefully his pursuer hadn't seen him. Just in case he had, Faelis went to the side of the tavern and sat down at a table there that was already occupied by a young elven woman who was writing in a book. Faelis would have put on his cloak to further hide himself, but he decided that that would be to suspicious. After all, the elf chasing him hadn't gotten a really good look at him, so Faleis thought he should be safe.
Only slightly out of breath, Faelis looked over at the elven woman sitting across from him. "Hello," he said, smiling roguishly. "What're you writing?"