[h3][center][color=green]Ocellus Aquilae[/color][/center][/h3]

Ocellus watched the man eagerly, with both a desire for further loot and the trepidation that he might be losing some down the way! It had been entirely too easy to snag--no one really protected their wealth if they didn't have any in the first place--and Ocellus had finished rummaging through the bag of coins, setting it beside him. He was sipping a new mug of beer that he had bought with the "repurposed" money, flipping a copper coin to himself as the peasant walked up.

He grinned and stood, gesturing to the chair across from him: [color=green]"Sir! Sit down! Have some drink! Please! I've got money to spare!"[/color] Ocellus spread a hand and dropped a single copper coin on the table in front of him with an amiable, almost innocent laugh.

[i]THUD.[/i] Ocellus glanced at the door at the sound, momentarily distracted:([color=green]"Mmmm. Something heavy outside... ah well. Let me just get my dues."[/color])

[color=green]"Pah! More hooligans tipping carts, do you know?"[/color] Ocellus laughed and sipped at the mug again, utterly enchanted at the possibility of robbing this man blind. And of robbing his prostitute blind as well. Mmmm... The oldest profession makes the oldest money... it doesn't go anywhere. All you do is work and work, and you're rewarded anyhow: plus you get paid! Ocellus glanced at the elven mistress, flipping a wink at her before turning back to the man once more: [color=green]"Please... sit down. You ought to know how exquisite the beer is here. You bought it after all."[/color]

This obvious bait is followed by Ocellus nonchalantly pulling out the silver dagger to pick at his fingernails.