[center][h1][color=940310]Louis Demaar Evermoore[/color][/h1][/center]

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Louis couldn’t shake how tense he’d felt. Sure, he’d spent time in the capital before, paying his respects to the king, attending meetings, all that one would expect as a young scion of a loyal house. He hadn’t been in the capital for years now, though, but the coronation of the first queen felt like one of those things any loyal servant of the throne should attend if possible. Not to mention, the Venators had come to the capital in force so to speak, and where they went, he followed.

The Lammergier was enough to draw attention and some concern, however Louis didn’t let him shake him. He was here to look after the Eagles that stood alongside him, and part of that was appearing to be the intimidating wall of steel to scare away would-be thieves within the crowd. Not that the silent monastic individuals would answer him if he asked about the specifics.

The constant noise was almost enough for one to slip up to him unnoticed, but he wasn’t so lost in his questions that the young pickpocket trying to slip in behind him escaped his notice. The boy, maybe thirteen at the oldest, reached a hand towards a small coinpurse on his waist. It wasn’t filled with much coin, as he’d expected something like this. Regardless, Louis’ hand snapped out, gripping the boy’s wrist in his armor’s iron grip, as he slowly turned his head to better see the would-be pickpocket. Louis saw the sudden terror as the boy realized he’d been caught, but he looked past that, and at the young boy properly.

When Louis noticed how thin and dirty the kid looked, he felt pity in his heart for the boy.[/color] [color=940310]“People don’t take kindly to thieves, you know.”[/color][color=silver] He stated in a calm, menacing fashion, as the boy struggled against his grip, and desperately kicked at Louis’ leg, accomplishing nothing. The armored man reached his hand towards his belt, the kid panicking more as his hand brushed his sword, before Louis put a couple fingers into the pouch at his waist, withdrawing a pair of silver coins. 

He pulled the child’s hand closer for a moment, and pressed the coins into the child’s hand.[/color] [color=940310]“Here.”[/color] [color=silver]He loosened his grip on the boy’s wrist, his expression softening under the helm.[/color] [color=940310]“Get yourself a hot meal. But don’t let me catch you stealing again. Others might not be as forgiving.”[/color] [color=silver]With that, he released the boy, who looked up at him for a moment with a mixture of relief and confusion, before disappearing into the crowd. Likely one of the many orphans who tried to survive on these streets, Louis figured, and while he might’ve been trying to steal from the armored man, Louis didn’t take that to mean he was a bad kid. Just desperate, looking for a way out. Something he knew too well.[/color]