The snow cracked and crunched under her feet with every step she took through the crowded city street, shifty eyes dancing about in the sockets of her head to and fro, scanning for a potential mark.

[color=ed145b][i]Gods damned this blasted city![/i][/color]  She shivered a little, wrapping her elegant shawl a bit tighter around her, a [i]gift[/i] from a particularly innebriated nobleman she lured into bed.  Thankfully she spared herself the indecency of laying with the fat, drunken pig.  Just her luck he was one of those fools who liked to be tied down.

[i][color=ed145b]What I wouldn't give for the heat of the desert sand...[/color][/i]  A cruel place it was, Ahkshriba, but what would be more cruel than freezing to death in this gods damned snow?

She sighed, her breath a thin mist caught in the biting, frigid air.  The buzzing of the market rabble was incessant in her ears, her head pounding.  Maybe killing a few tankards of ale was not the best way to celebrate her victory over that drunken fool.

[color=ed145b][i]Hmm...there has to be something in this market worth stealing.  Blast![/i][/color]  But nothing of the sort, just the ususl, dried meats and fish, produce that could hardly be called such...  Not a single jeweler or antiques dealer to be seen.  Perhaps she would just have to resort to picking pockets, but that lacked the flair and the fun the Black Rose had come to known.