That was true. There were -many- other ways to gain money rather then pick-pocketing. But wasn't life more enjoyable when things were at random? Well, maybe the risk of getting your hands chopped off were a bit much for people. But not for Yahto. She knew the risks to stealing. And if she could not protect herself and she wound up getting caught, she damned well deserved her hands to be chopped off, now didn't she?
Even when she recognized they were going to the inn -belatedly, might I add- she paused but continued to follow him. She tucked down her head and gave a thin smirk. She looked at Brinn and then back at the building. This was perfectly fine. She'd live through it. It wasn't like it was life or death or something...
"Well, Brinn, looks like I'm going to test my luck. I'll go through a window, see you soon," she blew him and a kiss and thrust herself through the throngs of people and detours around the inn.
She leapt upwards, touching down on the ledge of the roof, staring face to face to a window. With a woman changing inside. She almost slipped, choking and laughing at the same time as she waved to the stunned woman who soon screamed after her momentary shock. Well, what was a naked woman going to do?
She popped open the window and jumped inside and smirked, avoiding the woman and walking out into the hall. Poor girl. But really -shit happened. Now... A linen closet. They weren't washing any outside so there had to be a closet... or something... Or... Her room!
It took a few minutes of meaningless wandering for Yahto to organize herself and determine where she was. No, truthfully, she wandered past her room, recognized THAT and determined where she was. She quietly stepped in, almost falling to her knees with powerful laughter -the room was fucking charred. She couldn't believe they let it get so out of hand. See what happened when people talked rather then acted? Bastards. Their own fault.
Yahto sighed and scrounged around the room, sucking on her cigar. She sorted through things, picking at the remnants of her former sack and finding some medicines which she thrust in, and the needle. That seemed about all. She glanced around the room some more, finding very little that'd be of use.
After salvaging what was left of her pitiful room she departed to the halls again, shutting the door and moving as quietly, slyly, and quickly as possible. WIthout laughing. Which proved to be an extremely difficult feat. Yahto felt like she was playing assassins with her sisters when she was young again. But this was slightly different. She'd be paying out her nose if she was caught.
By mere chance and luck did she find the closet -opening the door she pulled out a thin blanket and sheet, stuffing them into her stack after folding them to fit. Shutting the closet door she scrambled back to her own room.... Wait, how did that guy get there? She tried to put on the breaks, but wound up colliding into him, falling on top of him. Thank God he couldn't see her all the well and she moved quicker then he did. She blew him a kiss after he recognized her and disappeared into her charred room, out the window and down to the ground. Melting with a nearby throng she leaned against a nearby stand where she could see the inn very clearly. Where was her lovely companion?