There was a cold nip in the twilight air, it must be another season going pass. Yet another months flying past the dark brown eyes of Galawynd Elsinal. One more mark to notch in his adventures of roaming the city of Ruby Banks. There was a certain sadness in seeing another season wasted but the White Elf had other things to worry about. Namely a certain little heist he had been planning.

For the past few days, he had been poking around a certain noble's house. He spent many a late night peering into the houses's windows, tracking his movements and watching his routine. And tonight, he would be out on one of his many nightly excursion, likely to a tavern or a party that the damn wealthy threw on a daily basis it seemed. But, while the noble was out, getting drunk off his ass, the little White Elf would pay him a visit and cure his alcoholism by stealing his wealth. It was like a community service, helping an addict out deemed some form of payment ore reward in Galawynd's mind.

Leaping down from a chimney, the elf dashed across roof tops to balcony to roof tops again, dodging open windows with light and smoking chimneys. A few short short minutes later, Galawynd's back was pressed against the steep roof of the house and peered over into the window. Mysteriously, it was still lit and there was the scent of food cooking over an open fire. Perhaps the noble had hired a maid recently and wanted food when he returned?

It would be of no matter, there was a dagger waiting for her should she make some bad life decisions. Slowly opening the window, he crept into the darkened room; long, silent strides took the elf to the door that should lead him into the hallway. However, all he got was a face full of wall.

The bump seemed to bring the world into light as his eyes started to adjust to the room, revealing a horrific mistake. This house was no residence of a noble or even someone remotely wealthy, plants grew all over and even out windows. Hoping the woman in the room wouldn't notice his presence, he pressed against the dark wall. When he thought he saw the women move, he immediately sprawled onto that shadows on the floor, praying to whatever deity or god was still available at this hour.

The hairs stood on the back of his neck, he had a feeling tonight would be a long night. Hopefully it won't be in the town dungeon, gods knew that rat hole lacked anything better than a rock bed.