[@deadpixel101] As Sylvia leaves the Inn, heading to the nearest City Watch post where the jobs are posted, Sylvia feels the slightest pull upon her coin purse. Wheeling around, she snatches the wrist of a cut-purse who picked the wrong mark. He is a dirty lad of probably about fourteen, soot covered face and ragged clothes. Had her hangover been a little worse, she may not have noticed.

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