One could say the capitol of Egraine was perfect. It's streets clean, and the people pleasant. An all around safe place to live, and thrive. That person would be wrong. While the city was certainly all those things on the surface, it didn't take but a second glance to see the rot underneath that was the grotesque mistreatment, and uncaring attitude towards those poor fools who lived in low town. Flint regarded such treatment as though those who acted that way thought, if they ignored it it would go away. He knew, of course that the common masses were idiots. It was a thought that made stealing from them so much easier. Why bother with their feelings when they didn't care for his, eh? And they made themselves such easy targets. Always distracting themselves, and leaving their pockets, and coats unguarded. Today was no different.<br/><br/>The streets of the marketplace were, as always busy, and crowded. Just what Flint needed for a perfect get away. He had already made away with quite a catch, and he'd have to leave soon before the afternoon rush died down, but a few more hits wouldn't hurt, surely. A smirk creeped onto Flint's face as he spotted the bright gold, and red of a noble, and one he knew as well. Lord Tobias Cromwell, an heir to a wealthy family, part of the merchants council if he recalled correctly. He must have been visiting his families businesses. Perfect. Flint hunched over slightly, and pulled out an old map of the city, pretending to busy himself with studying it as he walked straight into the lord, bumping just enough into him to slip his hand into his coat pocket.<br/><br/>Tobias grunted, and Flint flailed in mock apology, eyes wide and words stuttered. "My Lord! I am terribly sorry! I didn't see you, clumsy me, please forgive me," he said, reaching up with his free hand to grasped Tobias on his arm, directing his attention to it as he slipped his hand back out of his pocket, and safely into his own. The lord sniffed in distaste and pulled his arm free, glaring at the spot before waving a hand to silence Flints rambling. "That is enough. It is fine, but watch where you're going," he said, already seeming disinterested with the event. Flint nodded, bowing slightly, still rambling out the proper words, before he slipped away into the crowd, and down an alley. He waited till he was safely away from the market to pull out the folded letter he had snatched off the man.<br/><br/>"Hmm...What's this now,"he asked, looking the envelope over. The crest on the seal was one he was not familiar with. A lion with a sneaks tail? He assumed it must have been from a guild, or family from another region, and was about to toss it, now sour over the apparent waste of time when something stopped him. A feeling of apprehension washed over him, and with a sigh shoved the letter back inside his coat, and made his way home.<br/><br/>When he was safely home, a small hovel in the center of the lower town, he slipped out of his coat, and sank into a chair, retrieving the letter as he did so. Flint stared at it, eyes squinting untrusting at it, before he shrugged and ripped the envelope open, pulling out a thick piece of parchment, and...was that gold? Flint frowned and sat back, reading the letter carefully.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">My Dear Tobias, <br/><br/>I do hope this letter finds you well. It has been so long since we have last been together, and I do miss our talks. I hope we will be able to speak soon, but that is neither here, nor there. I am not writing you to lament my growing displeasure at being so far from you. No I write to assure you. You worry too much, my love, and I promise all is well. The plan is coming along, and the time almost upon us. I hope that this letter can put your fears at ease, and I hope it can convince you to join us tonight for the feast. I have attached the invitation along with this letter, and I do wish to see you there.<br/><br/>With love, and forever yours,<br/><br/>Mallie.</span></div><br/><br/>Flint pulled a face, and folded the letter, not interested much in the affairs of some nobles, but this feast did entice that small greedy part of him. Who ever this Lady 'Mallie' was had indeed sent an invitation along with. He could use it to get in and make a small fortune. At the thought of stealing from greedy nobles Flint laughed. This was going to be perfect! Oh but what to wear?