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Riona [@JJ Doe], Leo [@Helo]
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[color=904342]“Lord Smithwood,”[/color]  Nahir could sense the forced smile as she returned a small curtsey to Leo. The tightness around his mouth betrayed his attempt to appear pleasant, and his hurried manner did not escape her notice. While pocket watches were a common accessory among gentlemen, Leo's seemingly impatient inquiry to the lady struck Nahir as peculiar.

It was disheartening to learn that petty thief could so effortlessly penetrate the illustrious Damien Estate. Not only that, but the fact they had suffered another breach just days ago told of the inadequate ability to protect one’s very own home. 

[color=904342]"A pickpocket here?"[/color]  Nahir could not help but feel a tinge of sympathy for Lord Smithwood. She would have offered him a genuine smile, but it seemed he was not seeking comfort or understanding at that moment.

Amidst the extravagant decorations and the grandeur of the ball, Nahir had noticed little out of the ordinary during her rounds. With voluminous dresses resembling carriages and ornate masks concealing faces, it would have been easy for a petty criminal to blend in, hidden in plain sight.

Nahir's memory stirred as she recounted, [color=904342]"There was a couple who rudely bumped into this lovely lady."[/color]  She strained to remember their attire, but all she could recall was a glimpse of deep blue. [color=904342]"A woman and a man, she was in dark blue... and gloves. Could they have been thieves?"[/color] She turned to her dance partner, waiting for her to check her person. 


















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