As Ilta steadily walked up to the man behind the pillar, she noticed a clearly intoxicated man stumble clumsily into the shady figure. The Bosmer just shrugged, it [i]was[/i] a tavern. Of course there would be the occasional drunkard about the place. She noticed his nimble fingers brush into the man's pockets and extracting an object with a movement so quick, Ilta was unsure whether her eyes were just playing tricks on her. But Ilta made no mistake, this man was a thief and was most likely not the tiniest bit tipsy, even in the slightest. Moonsugar was one thing, but theft was another and interfering in other people's businesses and playing the good girl was part of Ilta's job. So with a hand gesture far less subtle than the last she cast a potent stamina draining spell on the man, causing him to collapse the the floor in a dream and catch the attention of the nearby citizens. Ilta walked up to the cutpurse and picked up the object, which was unsurprisingly a coin purse. The Bosmer placed it on the Dunmer's table, intent on asking him about his... drink. "I do believe this belongs to you, sir," she stated, placing her hands on the table. "Moonsugar is a fine and rare substance I would say. Wouldn't you?"