Aeryn listened as much as she could to the back and forth of ideas and opinions. This was the thing about people when they congregated in such circles - no matter the race, age, or sex. Everyone had an opinion. Mostly, other opinions were wrong. Suddenly, the little Dorcha halfling had a turn of temper and felt herself getting annoyed - visually, she was annoyed too. She couldn't listen anymore, and off she walked.

She didn't even have a weapon - but yet she had found something rather attractive in those crossbows that the guards had been using when they entered. She wasn't a stranger to a bow and arrow - sure, in her last years the sword had been her weapon of choice but it was hardly practical for her to get up so close. Her sword was long gone now too. It was time to 'obtain' a new weapon the best way that she knew how. She was able to justify it in that Nicademus owed her one for being so terribly aggressive. 

Stealing in daylight was new though. There was no darkness to shroud her - but this was such a small town that she could see from her first glance at the armoury that it was relatively unguarded. Just a man sat outside eating a bowl of broth. He looked half asleep. She smirked, and while the rest of the gang squabbled and discussed, Aeryn began scaling the inn to reach the roof. It was easy for her, she clasped at the stones which jutted out more and effortlessly made it to the top in a matter of minutes. Once atop the roof, she found there to be a long plank of wood, conveniently placed there. As if it were left for her. It did for a split second make her wonder if it was in fact a set up and she took sharp glances around her. Nothing.

This village would be doomed if the Dorcha did attack.

She grabbed the plank and slid it across the roof towards the upstairs window of the armoury. The plank was just the right size indeed. She moved so softly, like a cat across and ducked into the window - pulling the plank in with her. She sneakily made her way downstairs - her eyes taking in the sight of all of the weapons that were taken from the party yesterday - including the steel shortsword that she had handed over. Then, she looked at one of number of crossbows. Beautiful. She was having it.

She took one, and a holster too. She slid it over her shoulders, allowing her cape to cover it. It was hardly stealthy - she now looked more like a hunchback, but she smirked in a smug way. Knowing that she had gotten one over on Nicademus in a way. She pressed an ear to the door, and could hear the guard making his way back to the inn - his footsteps growing progressively quieter. She left via the door, but not before snatching up something else.....

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In the time it had taken her to pilfer the weapon, the group were still talking among themselves, and Settionne was behaving strangely, drawing a circle around himself or something. She cocked her head to the side and watched with a smile. It seemed by the time sh caught up, they were going their separate ways. She wasn't entirely sure what the consensus wound up being, but she approached Settionne with a devilish grin, pulling from her cloak his confiscated bag of tricks, presenting it to him with much a smug glee.