Daia Vandergult breathed in the night air, her hand tightening around her trident. Amongst the livid commoners with pitchforks, it blended in well except for the golden varnish around the durable steel. A pale hand caressed the weapon in admiration, letting the riot bevy around her. The citizens all cheered, heaving their fists into the heavens in merriment – Daia could almost taste their exhilaration in the wind and she inhaled deeply, a grin stretching her cheeks. Part of her wanted to join them in impaling the Signet, but the larger piece of her desired something more…gratifying. 

Nimble fingers slipped into the pocket of a nearby man with a hairless head. The shabby quality of his rather light coin purse was euphoric in her palm. Licking her lips, Daia pocketed the coin purse and let out a sympathetic sigh as it was almost certainly all the funds he had. His loss, her gain, though, and that was most important – [i]her[/i] gain. The blonde was about to make her way to the heart and stash the money on the Signet, but then she heard it. It was a reverberation that could only come from a human, but it sharply resembled that of a bluejay’s call. Groaning under her breath, she shortened the staff of her trident and strapped it onto her back before smoothing her luxurious tunic of any ruffles her anticipation caused. Stalking from the crowd, Daia just managed to pilfer another coin purse. She smiled sweetly, yet viciously.