<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 kept the shelves of adventuring bric-a-brac between her, Golden Bel and the merchants prey as she sought a treasure worth pilfering.  50 feet of rope…no.  Flint and tinder…no.  Parchment and ink…NO!  Bah this was no good, no good at all.  Was Bel hoarding the shinnies behind the counter?  Maybe she had a sparkly gem tucked in her bosom or a strand of pearls lining her dainties.  It would be like that tricky one to do something so sneaky, so devious, so delightfully challenging.<br/><br/>Candles...no. Bulls eye lantern…maybe...Ooooooo…<br/><br/>Low’s ears twitched at the lovely sight.  It was herself of course, but reflected in the polished loveliness of a silver mirror with delicate filigreed frame and mother of pearl handle.  It positively sparkled in the filtered light of the afternoon, its handle an iridescent rainbow of delight.  Yes this was it.  Fresh from a faraway land she was certain.  Perhaps brought by the strange man Golden Bell had ensorcelled.<br/><br/>The only problem was the foreigner and Bel were languishing near the waxes and unguents Bel held in such high esteem and in clear view of the desirable.  Low grabbed a silken scarf from the nearby shelf and covered her head, hiding her ears with the colorful rag and wrapping it around her shoulders to hide the ruffled sleeves of her cinched blouse.  It wasn’t perfect, but Low was a master thief (in her own mind) and could make do with less.<br/><br/>She moseyed down the aisle pretending to be interested in various items, hunched over slightly to change the shape of her form.   Low took her time never even looking at the dazzling mirror even when she swiped it and hid it under the crook of her arm.  Now all that was left was to slip on by the Golden one and the foreigner and make her escape.  Easy as stealing pie from a blind baker.<br/>