<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/Dark_Shining_Swordsmanavi.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Low Moon Sung<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Wererabbit Thief<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Afternoon, Amberdale General store<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bel-Kharran-Sharrat and Enkh<br/><br/>Low’s nose twitched in anticipation.  Another day meant another face off with her nemesis, Bel-Kharran-Sarrat.  She was a worthy nemesis to be sure, lounging behind the counter all bedangled and languid-like.  But Low Moon Sung was not fooled.  Eagle eyes hide behind coal black mascara and lapis lids.  A haze of perfume clouded the mind of patron and pilferer a like.  One such poor soul had already succumbed to that cloying scent Low could see from her vantage point across the street.<br/><br/><em>‘Poor bastard.’ </em>Still his demise was to be Low’s advantage.  Her nemesis would be distracted be the potential for honest profit.<br/><br/><em>‘Honest profit.’ </em>The thought wrinkled her nose like a whiff of diseased skunk and began to stroll across the street tipping a cap at Angus Knot, the local baker, as he passed.  The man ignored her and not so subtly checked his pockets.  Far from offended Low took it as a compliment, even going so far as to thank the old man.<br/><br/>Low paused outside of the door.  It was booby trapped, she knew that from experience.  Those infernal chimes and there happy little tinkling would alert the sharp eared counter woman.  Well there was no way around it today.  The store was not busy so slipping in after another customer was simply not an option.  Low bided her time and waited for Bel to be overwhelmed with the possibility of transaction.  It was when she turned her back that Low wandered inside.  She did not rush, that would be unusual and unusual was memorable and Low was memorable enough as it was.  Yes it was a curse, but Low bared it with all the grace she could muster.<br/><br/>The happy tinkling of chimes made her cringe, but her stride took her behind a set of shelves quick as a jackrabbit and she began to peruse the goods that filled the general store trying to always keep something between her and her lovely nemesis even if that something was the young victim Bel had so entranced.  These challengers were the height of Low’s day and she wasn’t just about to pilfer any simple bauble…oh no…it must be something special,  Her keen appraising eyes would know it when she saw it.<br/>