Ratte habitually made rounds to several taverns every night unless she was otherwise occupied. She kept herself hidden by hiding in plain sight. Her dark and slight nature was easily missed when she set her gait straight and kept her pace just a tad slower than everyone else. She ducked around drunken men and women without causing a fuss and slunk into corners with her drinks or food to avoid anyone's attention. She kept her hood down, keeping people's curiosity at bay and never made eye contact unless she wanted to.

Her scuttling had offered her many opportunities to plunder the pockets of the drunkards that she came across. But tonight was different.

In the back of her head, Ratte could see the glistening pile of gold that she had stashed. It was, frankly, more gold than she had ever seen in her life. Of course, she didn't want it. She would send it away, piece by piece. It was her insurance, should anything happen to her and a good load off her mind, but it was so distracting. She had taken a small amount for herself and the remains of that almost stung in her pocket. She didn't need to steal tonight, but it felt as though she already had. She sat herself down in a regular tavern of hers and blew a strand of hair from her face. She ought to get it cut soon, it was starting to get too shaggy. She leaned against the bar and pulled out a gold coin and then passed it to the bartender, "My tab for the night," she said, "I'll have an ale to begin."

She turned to look across the bar, scouting out any familiar faces. Things had been quiet since her escapades with the heist team and she found herself thinking of them, wondering where they were. She had been terrible at it, but working in a team had been an interesting experience that, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try again.

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