Camille glanced quickly behind her to make sure she wasn't being followed as she ducked inside the shelter of the Scarlet Peacock, just in time before the rain started pouring down. She was still on edge after having been robbed of her yacht recently, and she wanted to make sure that<em>they</em>weren't coming after her personally as well. Her armoured dress was almost gaudy with frills and lace, and certainly distinctive, but the sudden downpour had attracted all sorts of patrons if only temporarily to the tavern. She found some comfort in the crowd and in her trusty rapier hanging from her side as she made her way further into the establishment.<br/><br/>She needed to sort out her situation and make plans for the future, but first things first, she needed a drink to calm her nerves and clear her mind. Therein was the rub; her coin purse was light as a feather. Well, she knew how to remedy that without resorting to the crude methods of the girls plying their trade here. A mark, well-dressed and so more likely to have coin, otherwise distracted, perhaps contemplative with drink or laughing with friends. Pass by casually without making eye contact or drawing undue attention, light bump by so-called accident, a quickly muttered "Sorry! Excuse me." A disarming smile and apologetic tap on the shoulder, and carry on towards the bartender as though nothing happened, but a few coins richer.<br/><br/>23 on the sleight of hand check (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45939)<br/>