Meredith
Horace wondered down the road from the inn. He had been thrown out because the bartender realized that he had stole some money from behind the counter while he wasn't paying attention. As such he had a few scratches and bruises around his body from a body guard the Inn had. 

"God damn... Now im going to have to pay them back double if i ever want to get in their again... I dont even have that much money!" He would mumble in an annoyed tone. 

He would kick a pebble up the road in his annoyance, noticing the girl as he did, *"Huh... Well you look at that, its my lucky day. Some rich kid is just standing there waiting to be pick pocketed.." While the girl didn't notice him he would shake up his body trying to loosen it and imitate a drunk walk. After he'd stagger towards the girl bumping into her as he passed by.

"Oh, im so *Hick* Sorry... I didnt notice you there *Hick*... Had a little too much *Hick* To drink..." He would say in an apologetic tone.

Though, as he made contact with the woman he would quickly and lightly dig his hand into their pocket grabbing the nearest item. However, his own acting would be his down fall, as he'd trip and drop the item on the floor. *"SHIT!"*
Paul
*Next to the wide open field on the dirt road loud chatter, laughter and music would be heard as horses were trodding along pulling carts that were filled with people and goods that were going to be sold at the market in the city. Many of the carts held vegetables, spices and meats while others had objects such as armor and weapons for battle. More rarely they held things such as medicine and strange potions but the one in the very back the last cart was a cart that held strange knickknacks, baubles and magical objects hailing from all over Ramul Ta.

This specific cart held the magical staff who was named Seraphina Urazule. She was a blue oni hailing from Irunia that cast a failed spell on herself and was unable to return to her original form, her family had sold her belongings including her thinking that she was just one of her many staves and from then on she had been traveling from village to village and city to city and now after a great length of time she had reached New Salvainia.

This last cart if one was to watch it closely was alittle bit rickety and unstable wobbling from left to right as it travelled the dirt path.*
Estella
Perséfone would continue to watch the kemonomimi as he walked around, looking to be searching for something he lost. But, from the corner of her eyes, she could see the mysterious and weird man coming toward her with an apparently drunk looking way to act. Indeed Perséfone looked like a rich, but unfortunately she wasn't the rich Horace thought. She had only some silver coins with her at the moment.

After Horace felt down next to Perséfone, she would arch and eyebrow and stare at him with cold eyes. What was he thinking of? He thought he could just take her coins and get away? Ah, Perséfone didn't like those things, and wouldn't let him go free without paying. She would only show a few flames on her left hand, pointing it toward the man, although she wasn't going to just start a useless fight.

"Do you think I'm dumb? Get up!"
Michael
~~congration, you done it~~
Barry
*Amsu had been minding his own business, doing his best to just find the ball and then get on his way... But then he heard the sounds of two people screaming over to his right. Once he looked over, he'd notice that the woman was possibly preparing a spell on a man that had just fallen over. He was witnessing a robbery! Although when he got up to try and help the poor stranger on the floor, he remembered that voice and face... It was the creepy guy from the inn! Maybe it was the other way around, with him groping her or something... No thinking like that! Lets calm everyone down, then find my ball!*

"Hey, what's going on over there! I'll go and get the guards if I have to, and I have **Really good memory!** You'll have a portrait so perfect, they'll find you in days!"

*He pointed over at them, while starting to walk over... Amsu didn't really have any spells that could be used for fighting, except for his summon, but that'd take time to get out. On second thought, he probably shouldn't have started threatening them and could have just started asking what was happening.*
Meredith
Horace would lay on the floor, astonished at how many things could go bad at once, not only did he fail to steal he also got the attention of unwanted company. He sighs, today was not a good day indeed... He stands, brushing off the dirt from his fall and turning to the girl, looking at the fire she had...

"Great... Just my luck... I thought i finally got a break but the rich kid isn't even rich, she also seems powerful..." He mumbles... "Well... You caught me... Now what do we do?" He would say in a more serious, unapologetic tone. 

He'd raise his hands as if surrendering while shrugging. He hated situations like these, they were so awkward... He always had his fog seed and natural stealth abilities but it seemed like a waste, besides, he always got a bad feeling when he would use his race traits.