<em>These lords always think they're so great, holding parties and whatnot for everybody. All anyone actually does is walk around in uncomfortable clothes and snipe at each other beneath compliments and fake smiles</em>, Lhurriel smirked. Funny how those same parties, a lavish display of their wealth and connections, actually allowed the Lord of Thieves' people to reduce that wealth.<br/><br/>Though Lhurriel seriously doubted anybody would come into the third-level library unless they were there for a quick romp, she made quick work of reducing the riches in the room. Only taking small pieces that looked as if they'd been tossed aside for richer pickings, she went through several small drawers and one jewelry box before deciding that she had enough. Pulling on her right glove again, the thief quietly made her way across the room, dimly lit with the moon's silvered light through an expensive set of vaguely transparent curtains. The only noise she could hear came from two and one stories below her, where the muffled chatter of a hundred people blended together into a monotonous drone. Every now and then she could catch a shrill laugh, and once Lhurriel even heard the faint sound of a stifled titter down the hall. She had frozen for long moments, trying not to sneeze when a tendril of dark hair fell into her face, wondering if someone was coming, before finally unlocking her muscles so she could pluck a delicate brooch from below dozens of other similar to it.<br/><br/>The talk nearly drowned out the pleasant music that came from the second floor balcony overlooking the first floor's dance hall; picking out several stringed instruments, Lhurriel assumed that the harp and pianoforte were too mellow to hear from with dozens of walls and hundreds of voices disrupting their notes - after all, strings, pianoforte, and harp were the usual complement of instruments, though there were the occasional others. Singers found it strenuous to sing so loudly for so long; nobles had found drums and pipes lacking, though flutes were pleasant for a small, intimate party.<em>Still... why am I thinking about instruments, when I should be getting out of here?</em><br/><br/>In that line of thought, Lhurriel continued to pick out instruments and separate voices amidst the chatter.<em>Lord Neiram... Lady Malaisy... that perverted old fart, Lord Danthering.</em>The voices of the younger Lord Vaschel and Lord Danthering's prudish daughter, Miss Lilly, slowly getting louder-<br/><br/><em>Oh, God's Wings!</em>Just in time, Lhurriel dove beneath a couch right below the window, then cursed herself for not simply jumping out. With those two in the room, she wouldn't be able to get out until they left... which could be quite awhile, considering the two were necking rather loudly and making some rather embarrassing noises of arousal. Lhurriel moaned silently; not only was there no way of escaping, but she had a perfect view of the two as Lord Vaschel hurriedly unlaced the lady's dress, and there was absolutely no way to block out the noise of the two as he began thrusting into her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"So late tonight, my dear?" Jonathan called as Lhurriel opened the door into the Tilted Crescent Inn. Well known for her good humor and flirtatiousness (and that was not even mentioning her striking looks), Lhurriel could often expect to be stopped by others, be they spies, assassins, fellow thieves, musicians, or whores of the Lower City. She knew everything about everything in their little kingdom, this lower-class area of the city, and everybody knew it. Still, it wasn't too bad a thing - well respected for her thieving abilities and dagger-wielding skills, nobody dared mess with this particular female thief.<br/><br/>After all, she had connections to everywhere, and was well known also for her generosity and willingness to help others.<br/><br/>"Turns out the young Miss Danthering isn't as prudish as everybody makes her out to be-"<br/><br/>A shout of laughter followed when a few others lounging about in the lobby overheard - this particular young woman was well known for wearing high-necked dresses that covered everything that her female counterparts liked to display. Everyone had thought she was stiff and prudish...<br/><br/>"Who did 'er, Rhee?"<br/><br/>"Tell us who finally did the honors!"<br/><br/>"The younger Lord Vaschel!" Lhurriel chortled, as the resounding sounds of astonishment echoed in the small room. She tossed Jonathan several coppers for the night's dinner and a room as the others agreed, contributing their separate encounters and points of view. She fair sparkled, a flush of high color coming into her cheeks as she laughed with her fellow Lower City denizens. Shadows cast by the lanterns danced across her body whenever she moved, and if a hand or two slapped her firm behind as she passed by, she didn't say anything, nor make any indication that she disliked the attention. Sighing and relaxing in the comfortable, familiar atmosphere, Lhurriel pulled her hair free of the bun she'd tied it into for work. A fall of silky black fell across her shoulders just as a handsome young bard slapped her butt and made her yelp and spin around. She tried not to grin as she mock-glared at him, jade-green eyes glinting with mirth as she winked and slipped past another table.<br/><br/>Lhurriel made her rounds among the inn's patrons, flirting, teasing, asking after recent successful heists (or not so successful ones). Then, she spotted someone she hadn't seen before, sitting alone and nursing a mug of the Tilted Crescent's ale. She eyed him curiously, but did nothing more as she sat down next to Raymond (a fellow thief who had a talent with his fingers) with an inviting smile.