Jon had just wandered into the marketplace after arriving at Icarus. Due to the weather here, he was wearing some light colored clothing, part of which was semi-transparent. Unfortunately, this left the seal on his back almost completely visible, but very few would recognize it for what it was. His satchel was hung over his shoulder and he had put his sword and scabbard on when he changed forms. Around him was a bit of an aura, naturally present due to his angelic heritage, but it was hidden to all except those looking directly at him.<br/><br/>He continued walking around, checking out shops and stands along the way, and trying to find a calm place to sit and meditate for a few minutes. As he was, a pickpocket tried to snatch his satchel, but was caught the moment he touched it when Jon turned around and grasped the man's arm. "It would not be wise to steal from armed strangers, you might just find yourself in over your head." Jon proceeded to squeeze the man's arm nearly to the point of breaking his arm, but stopped when he regained his composure. The man ran off, holding his arm close to him in pain, and would not steal again for a good while.