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"Ah, it is such a beautiful day out."

Wellborough was the forest capital through and through. A vast, winding city that went on as far as the eye could see with buildings that fully integrated themselves among the trees. Winding up and around the trunks of the massive trees that dotted the land. Even burrowing inside creating intricate winding passages that lead higher into the canopies. The lands outside constantly bustling with hundreds of Humani rushing to and fro taking care of whatever business they have on hand. In one section of a city was a large swath of land completely devoid of trees. Here you could find a complicated mess of buildings that appeared to have no order to it whatsoever almost as if they were just dumped there. To add to the mess Humani swarmed the Lower Markets--like insects--going from one building, stall, and shack to the next. Here Lark could be found strolling through the crowds with a self-complacent look on his face like he was some lord strolling through his own backyard.

"Say, these are some tasty apples ya got here," He said as he plucked an apple from a basket and proceeded to eat it gleefully in front of the vendor. "In fact I think I ought to have another." Lark glanced at the vendor as he casually leaned over to take another apple. The vendor--already staring at Lark with bloodshot eyes full of anger--stood up angrily and grabbed Lark's arm.

"Who do you think you are, huh? The lord of Wellborough himself," The vendor shouted, "If you ain't going to pay then you ought to fuck right off before I call the guards! In fact I think I should hold you here 'till they get here instead." A crowd had begun to gather around this particular stall. Some looked on with interest while others watched indifferently like it was something that happened far too often. Many even begun to whisper to each other with amusement while making bets. The Guard had already noticed the commotion, and some were already making their way through the crowd to resolve the situation whether or not the vendor called for them. The Lower Markets was an area with one of the highest levels of crime in all of Wellborough and as such the Guard were stationed all over to protect the merchants and citizens from thieves and muggers alike.

"Oi, oi, let go of my arm would ya," Lark cried out, "It's my favorite one and I can't replace it if you break it!" He attempted to push the vendor away weakly multiple times as the crowd watched on. "I'll leave like ya wanted, alright? So let me go!" Lark pulled with his restrained arm and rammed himself into the vendor sending the both of them toppling to the ground. A short scuffle ensued as both parties scrambled to get back on their feet. Rolling away from the vendor Lark got back up and gave the vendor one last look before scampering off clutching the previously restrained arm with the Guard running past the produce stand shortly after.

"That's right you better run! Run on out of Wellborough while you're at it, too. Give us all a great breath of relief. Can't even peddle my wares with you lot trying to cause trouble all the time. The Guard is dead useless too! Can't even catch one little rat, hmph." The vendor ranted as he watched Lark run off with a curious pleased look on his face that confused the produce vendor. Scowling he sat back down and grumbled to himself for a moment before freezing over as if he had been struck by ice. Shooting back up to his feet the vendor patted himself down while looking around frantically before looking back in the direction Lark had run off to.

"That little shit stole my money!"

Much further away in a small gap between buildings was Lark who was currently feeling very pleased with himself. Having just outran the Guard once more and hiding himself away he lifted his hand to view his ill gotten gains. Swinging in his hand was his latest gift from the produce vendor. A small woolen pouch from which a satisfying clinking sound could be heard as Lark shook the bag.

"Hah, what a freakin' moron. Who'd be scared of a damned produce vendor anyways? That's what he gets for thinkin' he can just do whatever he wants grabbin' me like that," He thought to himself as he opened up the pouch and dumped the coins into his hand, "Bah, and he was poor too! No wonder he was sellin' fruit. What a worthless find." Lark sighed as he slipped the coin into his own pouch tossing the empty one aside as he wandered back onto the busy dirt path. Looking side to side Lark debated internally where to go next as the day was his and there were no responsibilities he had to fulfill. He was a free man able to do whatever he wished whenever he wished. Not even the Guard were able to stop him as Lark was far too crafty on the run. If they had access to magic then it would have been a far different story, but thanks to the Nephilim the entire city was on complete magic lock down.

"Hey! Hey Sylv! Over 'ere ya stupid klepto!" A voice called out through the crowd. Looking in the direction the voice came from one would have difficulties spotting the source. There stood a child with features that'd remind one of a weasel dressed in nothing but rags. The child was so dirty he nearly blended in with the ground beneath him as he scampered his way over to Lark.

"I saw wha'cha did to that stupid vendor over there, Lark. Nice catch on the goods." The child laughed as he looked up at Lark with bright eyes, "You saw that, eh? Can't hide anythin' from ya, Mink," Lark said as he gave the child a pat on the head and held an apple in front of him, "I know ya saw me snag this, too, else ya'd never have come over. Ya can have it, but don't expect any more from me alright? Gotta learn to get your own grub. Now get outta here before the Guard spots me ya little shit." With a grin Lark dropped the apple into Mink's greedy little hands and watched as the child slinked back into the crowd. Every time Lark came upon some food Mink would always be around to mooch off of Lark, and Lark--Having a soft spot in his heart for children--would always give him some of whatever he found. Lark was popular with the Wellborough urchins as he would often gift them with coin and food whenever he could. They were all like brothers and sisters to him, and they treated him like a parent himself. Despite having already reached manhood himself Lark often scorns and distrusts other adults especially ones that he has seen looking down upon the little urchins as if they were nothing but the dirt beneath their feet.

Donning his self-content grin once more Lark set out once more through the Lower Markets eyeing the various wares for sale and ignoring the numerous venomous looks from those who knew him or those who had dealt with him in the past. Lark's name was well known for his kleptomanic ways and even more well known for his constant interactions with the Guard. In fact, in the past four years since his escape from the Farmlands he has had the most interactions with the Guard than anyone else in the city asides from Council themselves. It has gotten to the point where guards wont even bother chasing him on sight like they would do with any other wanted criminal. It was better to just let Lark brazenly draw the Guard to himself and surround him than to chase him through the crowds of the Lower Markets.