Reaching the fringes of the roaring fire, her next target was sat down a bit away from it, and she smiled slightly in the shadows as she approached silently, not truly perceived by the crowd that she pushed through. This had been a great achievement of hers; whether she was wearing her chameleon armour or not. Sometimes it made her feel a wee bit lonely, but a thief often had a lonely life. That was part of the reason why she had came here with the handful of others from various backgrounds; perhaps she could find some form of companionship. 
That was, if they didn't catch her stealing from them. And 9 times out of 10, they didn't. Arrogance was an attribute found often in adventurers, and with arrogance came the thought that someone couldn't steal from them. How wrong they were.
Reaching the man with the wine at the edge of the fire, she smiled nonchalantly as she slipped her hand into one of his pockets.