(((Edit: Gone to Donkey!)))
"H-hey... You're... You're stepping on... My boots!" Arthfael laughed, tripping over the strings on his boots as the girl behind him led him forth with a scarf over his eyes. If he wouldn't be blindfolded, he'd notice people giving him all the strange looks, but he honestly wouldn't care even if he would. First, because he was the Hawk. Second, because he was drunk.
Naturally, he didn't notice the girl's hand in his pouch. It took all the coins inside, leaving just an empty bag, and slipped them into her own. They have already walked into the docks, when she suddenly dropped the scarf on the pirate's face, and ran off like the wind, pushing him forwards.
He stretched his arms forwards as he fell, bashing into the ground like a sack of potatoes, confused, blinking in the light. What even happened? At one moment she was there, and now... Uh... Was she just a hallucination? A drunk vision? No, she was real, very real... That must have had another purpose.
But what?
He rolled over, wiping his eyes, and smearing the kohl all over them. He was just led out of a tavern after finishing what, a barrel of ale? by a girl that blindfolded him, and suddenly she disappeared. What could she even want? His...
...Money. He reached after his pouch - off course, empty. That meant no more ale, and time to search for a job.
Though, first he'd have to get up for that!