Man was there no better day for thieving, The sun had been down for a while and no guards in sight Alder made his way through the Bloody and rusty halls of the coliseum. He had been watching the fights, though it wasn't the blood shed that Fascinated him. It was the weapons. Tons of dickheads buy nice arrows, weapons and flashy armor just to get killed and have their things hauled off to god knows where. Alder was about to find out. He started snickering to himself as he crept through the humid halls.