Post by The Maven on Jan 30, 2016 16:01:38 GMT -7
The city of Serei. Normally busy with bodies pushing various wares, ideas, or each other and today was no different. The tightly packed structures built high, most in luxury with vines and flowers encouraged up the sides and brightly colored paints to draw the eye, were awash in the late morning glow. A clear sunny day shone down with naught but the slightest breeze to keep the hot rays of yellow tolerable. The streets were bustling with merchant activity, yells from the market screeching for a mile as each tried to cry louder than his neighbor. But there were other cries that drew even more attention: thief.
A rowdy bunch of high ladies were trampling their way to the nearest guard post, having spent the majority of the morning squabbling among one another. It had come to their attention, between oblique social jabs, that they had been the victim of sticky fingers. By the time they had made it to the armored sentries the story had already been loudly conveyed during their travel, the women's furthered rage at retelling to the guard warranting a quiet sigh.
"You need to do something!" the first yelled with a pointed finger at the guard. Her fiery red hair reflected well the sharp demand. "We have a master thief in our midst. He's been taking our perfumes! All of us have fallen victim to this dastard."
"My Gerald just bought it for me too," piped up another lady dressed in fine blues and silver. "The latest from Sophoria's Aromas. Her finest yet."
"To think some common rabble is slinking around with it in their hands..." the blond of the group growled quietly. "They mustn't have been able to afford it, see?"
"Or that new kid working her shop is making a pretty penny on his own," the blue lady seethed. She shot a glare at the blond woman, of who returned a squinted look before nodding.
"This has to be stopped! Our husbands spent good money on these bottles, and now all I have is this stupid rock the thief left in its place!" The red head lifted her hand and let slip a bracelet between her fingers. It was made of a single brown string and a small fine cut moonstone shaped like a heart. The heart was only a centimeter wide and not even half that thick.
"He left this in all of our homes, on our night stands! We're lucky he didn't slit our throats as we lay helpless in bed!"