The sun had only just crested the horizon when Niamh went out into the market, dressed in the clothing Speaker had lent her. It was traditional Solisi garb: a syrma--a skirt that tied at the waist and came just above her knees--and a sleeveless top that tied at the neck. Her blond hair was messy, for she hadn't bothered to tame it, but though most of the town was still sleeping, she felt rather perky. The sunlight energized her--so she had always been one hell of an obnoxious morning person.
She didn't have much coin left, but she needed new clothes, because even though Speaker was letting her stay with him, she didn't want to burden him too much. He'd given her new clothes, but she didn't want to take advantage of his hospitality, so she felt she may as well make herself useful. Get herself new clothes, and maybe look around and see about getting a job, even if it was just a temporary one.
Yeah. A job.
How exactly did one go about finding one of those?
Browsing the wares that were already set up in the market, she was in a good enough mood that she made a dangerous mistake--she let down her guard.
And so it was that while she was looking over a weapon's display and trying to work up the nerve to ask around for work (it was so humbling to do that, and humility had never been her strength) a man bumped into her hard as he passed, nearly knocking her over.
Whirling around with a curse on her lips, Niamh glared at his back. "Hey! Watch where you're going! Uncivilized heathen..." She grumbled the last bit and turned back to the display with a sigh--only to realize, then, that she didn't feel the familiar pressure of her coin pouch at her hip.
With a start, she felt at her hips, and found it was gone, the purse strings still attached.
A cut-purse! Seriously?! WHY!
"Hey! Hey, come back!" she shouted, turning and charging after him, pushing people aside as she raced after him. "Get back here, you asshole!"