Galawynd was continuing his cursing marathon, swearing in every word, language and dialect he knew or thought he knew. Thank god he wore all black, the shadows blended him quite nicely because of that but he still wondered if the woman was blind. For all the dark clothes he wore, it won't be worth a damn if she saw his fire-red hair. Whatever the case, it seemed his stealth was paying off.

He watched the woman leave the room and come back with some heavy book, mostly like a ledger of sorts. Perhaps this was some shop? Sure looked like a plant shop given the amount of vines and flowers coming out of the wood work and on shelves. The lurking thief wondered if he should try and steal a plant. They should be worth something and if not, well he'd have something to burn on long cold nights.

Slowly crawling out of the shadows, the made sure no try and not to give away his presence, the woman would most likely scream and then the guards would come and then all that fun stuff would ensue. Depending on your variation of "fun" of course. One limb at a time, he did his best not to make a sound, very light squeaks from the floorboard cause his heart to race, hoping that the women was also deaf enough to not hear those noises.

Keeping his eye trained on her as she flipped through the pages of the book, Galawynd kept moving towards the window, hoping not to ruin his chance. Which he promptly did by smacking his head into a shelve. This was clearly going going [i]swimmingly[/i].