The thick cloak billowed behind her as she moved along the street, sharp clicks resonating as the heels of her boots struck the cobbles. Her hood was deep, gleaming fel-touched eyes the only visible feature beneath it. Her choice in clothing hid everything about the petite body beneath, including the tight leathers that otherwise encased her.<br/><br/>Silynn did not look so out of place here in Dalaran. In fact, most of the magi insisted upon the robes as attire. It made the rogue feel clumsy...heavy in a way she could not quite explain. She wanted out of it, and fast.<br/><br/>Luck had brought her this far....but it wasn't going to take her much farther. She was hungry, in desperate need of a restocking on supplies. It was time to pick up old tricks. Careful, narrowed eyes scanned the street under the guise of confusion about her surroundings. Every being was studied and judged as her fingers twitched in anticipation.<br/><br/>Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she saw him. Her mark, perfectly positioned between her and the entrance to the sewers. It would be a quick thing to pocket whatever he was currently carrying and disappear.<br/><br/>Without stopping to catch any distinguishing features, she moved forward. A carefully planned trip along the cobbles brought her up against the figure, a nervous and slightly high-pitched "Sorry!" ringing out from beneath the hood as she made the grab. That too was clumsy...damn the robe...but she had...something. A feminine giggle followed her apology as she hurried down the lane, feigning embarassment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>