Saraswati moved from rooftop to rooftop, peering down into the alleys. She had to be careful as she was technically outside of the "safe" zone. Actually, with the orange flag above her head she couldn't even enter an actual safe zone or risk being mobbed by a bunch of settlement guards. Worse still was "The Army, or the Aincrad Liberation Force. They would lock her up inside their Black Iron Palace and, most likely, throw away the key. A life of petty thievery wasn't all it was cracked up to be but spending the rest of her life, until the servers eventually crashed, inside a dungeon wasn't really her cup of tea either.

Ever since the announcement that this electronic world was lethal she'd retreated from higher floors and came back down here to the second. She just didn't see the allure in fighting monsters and ascending to ever more dangerous areas. If one of them managed to free them all, so much the better but she wasn't going to take the risks. Monsters, thankfully, didn't enter settlements, safe zone or not. They might be plenty in the sewers but not on the streets and in the buildings. She'd heard rumours of course, of vampires, werewolves and others that masqueraded as NPCs and attacked without warning but she'd never seen one in person.

Walking across a cable strung between buildings Saraswati marvelled at her sense of balance and the confidence she felt. In real life she'd never have attempted such a crossing but her she was, clutching the rope between her arches of her feet and sauntering through the air. In short order she'd reached the other side and was moving stealthily across the tiled roof. Peering down into another street, her bare toes curled around the eaves trough of the building she called forth her inventory. Mostly it was junk. Small items of little or no worth that she'd stolen from NPCs and PCs alike. They were small items, the like that would be an annoyance to lose but not necessarily a hindrance. The last thing she wanted was to anger a player enough for him or her to gather his fellows and seek her out. No, just enough that it wouldn't be worth the bother of trying to reclaim their property.

Surprisingly, Saraswati spotted some silverware through an open window and moved, leaping across empty space, shimmying down the side of a building before perching upon the window sill. Her sharp golden eyes took in the room, searching out traps or ambush but she hardly expected anything. Sara placed one toe against the wood below the sill, then slowly put her weight down and then padded quietly across the room. In short order, she was searching through drawers and sliding her fingers along hung paintings in search of hidden compartments. All she received for her trouble was three Col, a silver candlestick and some steel cutlery she recovered from next to a half eaten piece of pie.

Then she retreated, heading back towards the rooftop. She could sell these things to her fence and earn a few more Col, enough to pay the rent and possibly earn a few drinks at the local tavern.