<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Pirate_-_Thomas.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Deveraux (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6397812#msg6397812)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody<br/></td><td>His eyes returned to watch the pickpocket work, not really concerned with the possibility that he could find himself a victim to a pair of nimble fingers.  But it was entertaining in a way, to watch the youth, the obvious delight in his work shining through his aloof manner.  He admired those who not only worked to live, but lived to work as well; since he couldn't imagine being any other way, himself.  He played with the idea of coming to the youths rescue, if he were to be caught, but couldn't really make up his mind.  He very well might be too inclined to keep his arse planted in his seat, to play at being a hero; something he was decidedly not.<br/><br/>Along with keeping track of the little thief, he noticed others from the Dirty Secret around the tavern as well.  He didn't bother to approach any of them, since he doubted they would want the company; since he himself had only one objective that night, and that didn't involve socializing.  But it was good to know, and locked the information away before falling deeper into his tankard.  A crash from upstairs, as if something had been thrown against a wall and shattered, could be heard, and than the distinct sound of a cross female screaming about a cheap, no good, rotten, disease ridden man who had apparently shortchanged on her price.  A long wail, this time male, and than a man tumbled down the stairs, leading to the second floor of the tavern, his trousers halfway down his knees, and his hair in disarray.  <br/><br/>The moment the man appeared, cat calls filled the building, bawdy jokes were thrown, and a few choice insults aimed at certain parts of the mans anatomy could be heard.  Thomas laughed along with the crowd, ribbing him on and feeling no compassion for the man suddenly mortified face.  As the stranger high tailed it out of the Blue Iguana, things settled back down, but he had also lost sight of the pretty pickpocket.  He sighed, and than felt for his change purse, relieved when he felt it's comforting weight in his hand.  His drink only tasted better after that, but he sure did wish the boy would come back, if only to provide him with something pretty to look at.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>