[h1][color=39b54a]Vizz- Lily's Keg[/color][/h1]

Vizz chuckled to himself as the kid caught his breath. It was easy to forget other race's limits to their stamina when a Gibu's was so vast. Turns out Vizz is pretty proud of his race. Sure they're small, fairly weak physically and are often debated on if they ever exist, but it had it's perks. Vizz listened to the boy's words. Friends, huh? Vizz would reserve judgement for now, but it was always prudent to keep a hand on the hilt of a dagger around strangers. It was then that the kid just walked out onto the street.

[color=39b54a]"Kid? Psst! Hey, Kid!"[/color]

The Gibu Thief whispered out. Wow, not even letting him know, huh? What an asshole kid. Vizz rolled his eyes as he began to scale up the houses, using the rooftop route to shadow Matthew's progress around the plaza. Vizz kept himself fairly low to the jagged and crooked slates of the Low Houses' as he crept above the streets. Now THIS was Vizz's style. Rooftops provided many opportunities of getting around guards, dynamic points of entry and creative angles of attacks. Leaping down to carve his knife into someone from above was a favoured move of Vizz. As the kid reached the entrance of some sort of tavern or pub, Vizz began to clamber back down the side of one of the neighbouring buildings. Vizz kept his hood low to help shroud himself as he hugged the wall before following the kid inside.

Vizz kept under tables and into the far corners of the front house area, making sure to keep just outside the patron's line of sight, keeping a watch on the Eldi youngster to make sure nothing funny happened. To him or Vizz for that matter. Last thing he wanted was a double-cross. The Gibu pulled up his mask around his neck to cover his face a bit better. As he tried to listen in and follow Matthew, something caught his attention. He'd recognise it anywhere. Gold.

Of course! Taverns were full of absent-minded drunks and friends having fun, which meant one thing vital to a pickpocket's success. The victim's carelessness. A green, gnarled hand crept up onto a table and swiped what it could before Vizz moved on to hide under the next table. Sometimes a couple of coins from the table, a loosely tied pouch or a silver poking out from some unsuspecting fool's pocket. Even if he wouldn't get the diamond, at least the trip wasn't entirely fruitless.