Although Crow was not one to give up too quickly, nor without a fight usually, when the sound of a clanging and cracking of metal and wood outside caught his attention, he was aware immediately that he had no more time to spare. If the sound grew too loud then the woman would wake, and if she awoke to him standing in the room, there would be far too few options left that kept the rogue out of jail. He didnt want to be put in that position, and so he chose withot hesitation, to end the search among the light belongings and shadowed edges of the small inn's room, and take his leave of the place. With a light and muffled sigh; escaping only through the black fabric as a mere hiss in the dark of the room, the young rogue stepped to the edge of the window and looked back. In the bed and still asleep, he could see the woman who's presence had disturbed the tavern below, as well as his thoughts of the evening before. If she was wealthy, and well to do, then her belongings would bear searching more thoroughally. Yet, Crow did not have the luxury of time on his hands.<br/><br/>Gripping the wooden window frame with white knuckled strength and determination, the lithe acrobat of the streets leapt from the opening and out into the world beyond. He fell to the ground and landed with a hastened roll, before dropping his hood and removing the mask of cloth over his lips. The fresh air and moisture of morning brought a smile to his pale lips, as his shifty green eyes leered back into the dark opening he had just jumped from. The pain of failure was written on his brows as they furrowed together, but the smile that adorned his face did not falter. Even if he had not accomplished anything near remarkable in the last night, he had at least left before any trouble befell him. After all, thiefs and rogues are often beheaded for their crimes against the wealthy. Taken as the worst scum there is for merely surviving in a world where far too much, is held onto by far too few.<br/><br/>Opening the cloak to reveal light brown and grey leather armor below; the young rogue left the side of the tavern and walked around towards the front. As he circled out and into the main thoroughfare between shops, that headed towards the residential district, he caught sight of the smithy's apprentice son, as well as the man from the night before. The hulking mass of a man that was the apprentice; though about as smart as a sack of horseshoes himself, was hoisting the broken carriage with an arm, and refitting the nearby wheel. Such grotesque strength made the rogue shudder; thinking of how quickly those barbaric hands could crush a man if the intent was there, and yet a light sense of relief came to him when he saw that soon the young maiden would be on her way. This part of town was dangerous, and those who lurked in the darkness were not often as keen on escape before success. Not as quick to give up treasure like Crow.<br/><br/>With his cloak pulled back and sunlight bathing him, Crow looked to be an average man, of average means. His relaxed posture and light steps drew little to no attention. The green of his eyes was hidden from most as he kept his eyes to himself, or the dirt he tread upon. He didnt wish to draw attention, or make a commotion, especially when he was now feeling the weight of a sleepless night to the fullest extent. A weary yawn escaped his lips as he began passing by the wagon. Noting first the apprentice, and then looking again upon the odd man from the night before. He hadnt paid much attention to who or what the man had really wanted, but to look at him was to see him as a vagabond or bum. Surely though, there is always another side to the coin. Another truth to be told.