*Having   just arrived  Chastian hadn’t yet learned if there was a ‘thieves guild’ .  When she traveled, she wore the guise of a gangly boy.  Her breasts bound down beneath several layers of tattered and torn shirts. A dusty well patched cloak was worn over the top of it all.  A muddy hued scrap of material kept nut brown hair out of the youth’s face.<br/><br/>The ‘boy’ sat just outside the Tavern.  His feet were bare and quite dirty.  There was not the slightest hint of a beard upon his chin. Even for a Halfling, this one had to be quite young. His face appeared to be quite grimy yet there was no stench. In fact, strangely enough, there was very little scent coming from the lad. Golden amber eyes shifted about from stranger to stranger that passed.  The boy had a small tin cup lying in front of him on top of his patchy cloak.<br/><br/>He had the look of one in need of more than one good meal, yet at the same time not  starving. His frame was spare but he hadn’t the look of being disease ridden. *<br/><br/>Alms…alms for the poor, Guv’na…<br/><br/>*He called in hushed tones. The lad’s voice was still high. If one hadn’t looked at him, it could well be a girls voice.  He had a quality about him that gave one the feeling he was quite harmless.  Nothing magical about it, the lad just didn’t seem to be menacing at all. Of course, he was also a Halfling. His size did not make him appear to be intimidating what so ever!<br/><br/>Amber eyes watched the black-cloaked man pass by.  His cry went up again as the gent passed.  He didn’t expect anything but he had to try. There was only a single copper in his cup.*<br/>