Sprizzy snickered as he snuck away with the sword tucked in his arm. Another day, another easy pickin'. He headed out the tavern door, unsheathing the blade to get a good look at his prize, swinging it through the air playfully. Definitely worth a good buck at the market. Grip felt real nice too, maybe he'd keep it as his own. As he frolicked about for a bit, he suddenly heard screams from nearby, and took position behind a wheelbarrow to see what was going on.

Apparently it was some thugs chasing a defenseless woman, trying to rob her. Wait, wasn't she that singer in the tavern everyone was annoyed at? Well, unfortunate situation for the lady, but it wasn't really Sprizzy's business. He wasn't about to risk his life to save some... well okay, she was pretty hot, but still, those brutes looked tough! The risk versus reward was most questionable, as he pondered whether to do anything.

Suddenly someone else joined the fray... it was that girl he had just swiped the sword from! Sprizzy watched with amusement as she reached for her sword and found nothing, snickering at her confusion. He almost felt a little bad for her as she had to resort to using her dagger. Almost. Eh, maybe he could help them out, just a tad bit... [u]He pulled out a sleeping dart from his belt and carefully aimed it at one of the thugs, and threw it at him.[/u]