“Like ye have any coin that I covet. Gold does not satisfy my fingers, ladie.” Raffy said before straightening her back and announcing with pride, “I am Raffy Nimblefingers, and I am no half-witted thief. I am a [i]great[/i] thief.”

With her proclamation announced, and with a new arrival, she took her tankard and gulped the mead down in one swig. Some of the golden liquid dribbled down the sides of her mouth and it was only when she was done that she whipped it away. And, much to her ire, the woman who called her enactment “theatrics” left to settle a fight. Disappointment gripped at her chest and she realized just how annoyed she would be on this little adventure that she had entertained. Ah, if only she could be sleeping at some rich ladie’s house while she was gone, all the jewels around her and all the necklaces, earrings, and such wrapped around her pale skin.

It was only when the woman returned that Raffy harrumphed and said, “Great, a peacekeeper. Just what I need.”