Stiletto grumbled under his breath and stopped, searching his pockets. His usual arsenal of daggers and brass had gone, curse that mage, but perhaps... Ha! A slow, feral grin spread over the darkly handsome face as he delved a sticky, paper bag from his pockets. The contents were crumbled but when he opened the bag, the smell of gooey sweetness wafted upwards. His nostrils flared and he snorted with a hungry man's pleasure, sinking his teeth into a greasy donut. He ripped it apart with ferocious appetite and eyed the corridors while he ate.