Georgian walked through the crowd of people, the coins in his purse now attached to his waist. What was he to do now? He could try to find another gig, but he was still fairly tired from the first one. Perhaps he'd relax until the night fell, then he could indulge in his,<span style="font-style: italic">secret</span>hobby. It paid far more than his dancing gig, and was also a test of his skills. His agility, his silence, his amazing grace. All of it was showcased in a display of silent beauty that none could witness. The more he thought about it, the more excited he grew.<br/><br/>Just then, someone dashed past him, barely missing. Was it a thief? He checked for his coin purse which was luckily still on his waist. He then felt another person rush past. Perhaps it was a pursuit, the thief having already stolen something. He decided it wouldn't hurt to explore, to examine the guard. He slipped among the people, slyly following the runners. With his bag behind him he was able to sneak past without bumping anyone enough to make them notice.