Dasmira always woke up earlier than most; those up in the wee hours of the morning were easier to steal from as they were still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. But as such, she always had a nice view of the tangerine orange slathered across the sky, being accompanied by the light pink hue - she loved the sunrise because she loved the sun. The sun shone like gold upon her face and it fueled her with warmth that accompanied the dizzying rush she got when her fingers were in the pocket of a rich nobleman. 

With a yawn, she approached the window and leaned out, waiting for the sun to spray her face with riches. Once it did, though it barely crawled up her nose, she left the windowsill and packed her things. Her trident was retracted and snuggled into the bones of her shoulders and her rope dart hung from where it was looped around her coin skirt. She laced up her blue corset, a wonderful invention for women that allowed her to smuggle even more things, and donned her black cloak before departing the room. She memorized the room number and the floorboard her treasure was buried underneath already, so she had no delay in getting out of the inn. Dasmira was almost to the door, leaving to find even more wealth, when her stomach growled. She looked at the hefty coin purse she hid between her skirt and trousers, weighing her options. The blonde knew she probably wouldn't get away with a second freebie, so she gathered only a few coins - suspicion was to be avoided - and approached the innkeeper.

"May I have something to eat?" She inquired in a honeyed, innocent voice. The coins clattered to the table and she took a seat at the bar.