Rowan had waited for hours for darkness to fall. In darkness, she was in her element.  She had made her way to the docks district, happy to escape from the unknown nobleman's house without getting caught.  Concealed in her cloak was an amulet that she was sure was magical, although she had not been able to discern its purpose.  That mattered little to her though.  All she cared about was the coin she'd be able to get for it. It took all her will to concentrate on the present moment and to not think about what she could do with all that money.<em>I could even buy myself a little house, settle down,</em>she thought.  And then she snickered.  She knew she'd never give up the thief's life, no matter how wealthy she grew.  There was simply too much excitement in it.<br/><br/>As the shadows fell from dusk to complete darkness, she stepped out of the abandoned warehouse onto the damp cobblestones of the narrow alleyway, pulling the hood of her black cloak up to conceal her face and her easily recognizable red hair.  It had been raining all day, which did a little to get rid of the usual smell of the docks.  A little, but not much.  She scanned the area, looking for potential enemies, but also for Boget, the dealer in fine merchandise (otherwise known as stolen goods) that had promised to take a look at her amulet and perhaps even buy it from her.