Satisfied with the explanation, Jack moved on and let the man get back to work. It really looked like it was gonna be a great festival, full of colorful tradition and a crowd of fascinated foreigners and Jack almost regretted his decision to ransack as much as he could without missing the main event of the night. Almost, but not quite. Some people were going to be rather unhappy when they got back from their partying and he'd likely be far, far away. He might, however, put a hold to his thievery until the festival itself got started. Maybe. It was so hard to fight the urge sometimes. Like right now. How was anyone supposed to resist an unattended pile of foodstuffs "guarded" by rambling noblewoman and a wierdo ruffling her hair?

Okay so maybe most people didn't have his [s]wierd[/s] totally justified compulsion with stealing, but he had just realized he actually was awfully hungry. And yes, he could buy himself some, but surely the woman would not miss a single piece of...whatever the hell that was, so there was no harm in grabbing one for himself. Jack didn't slow down, he didn't go into a swaggy sneaky stance in the shadows, he just kept walking naturally like he had somewhere to be and the way just happened to take him near the bench and the pile of food, just like all those other people heading that way. He was just part of the moving, faceless crowd. And, as soon as he was close enough, while the woman was otherwise preoccupied, [url=http://orokos.com/roll/205822]he tried his hand at snatching himself a single piece of food without being noticed.[/url]

(2d6 base, plus 2 for agile, 3 for art of invisibility, 2 for thievery hobby and another 3 for quick, got 5x3=15)