Tinuviel stalked behind them, her cloak turned up but offering little protection against the harsh winds. Her hair whipped slightly, black strands wet from snow fall and stinging her face. She gently tucked them into her cloak, continuing to anonymously follow the two. Snow had gotten in her boots at least an hour ago and the night was proving to be slim pickings. She sidled closer, careful to be quiet and remain unnoticed as she easily slipped a slender hand into the mage's pocket and plucked any coin that was there out. With that, she stepped back to fade into the meager crowd of people bustling towards warm hearths and hearty meals. Tinuviel turned to head into an alley with her stolen goods. Hopefully, there'd be enough to get a meal and a warmer cloak. Or some boots. She smiled.