Cynthia was doing her dayly thefts. An apple from a cart while the girl running it was helping a customer, a drink from another. She blended in with the crowd as she walked, towards the two. The human boy. He looked like he has a nice coin purse. Maybe enough for another throwing knife? Worth a shot. She drew her dagger and bumped into him slightly. In doing this she cut it from his belt and looped her hand around it. Hiding the dagger's presence. "My bad." She said as she move toward the hall of craftsman.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Sabrina sat at her caravans set up stall, fully armored. She watched the streets carefully. Humans weren't always well treated but they did their best to sell some exotic goods.