86th of Glade, 4623
It had been a while since the thief had set foot back in Amoren, particularly in Levarin, the last time the young Draedan was here. It was only a brief period of resting from a possibly fatal encounter with a Remanomancer and being dropped into a Necrodoctor’s practice which the pain of paying for so much still burns.
Another memory that Jared recalls was being chased by a rather ambitious Nightfallen guard and barely managing to evade capture by using his mutated Nightfallen abilities to leave little to no trace whilst hiding. Despite it all, the memories weren’t too old, but the sensations here felt familiar.
It was moving closer to dusk on this particular day; The amber-eyed thief was taking his time casing various establishments and people that may have something of interest. Whether it was a trinket, a trifle or something valuable, Jared was keen on nabbing a few items for himself before laying low for a time. In the end, being a petty thief requires some finesse in one or another, and it was around Glade that the young Draedan could fully understand who he was as a person.
Establishing his identity as a Draedan took time, and understanding the value of Divinity itself was both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes, the thief couldn’t help but ponder if this was the right decision to win the first place, but the young Alistian male couldn’t turn the clock back now and had to deal with the cards told.
“Seems like Levarin hasn’t changed much since I last been here. The coastal view reminds me so much of home, albeit far pretty and wealthy compared to Alistian, I guess, but with wealthy people around, pockets can be filled, which I will enjoy for a bit.”
It was relatively rare for Jared to be outside his usual thief’s attire, usually clothed in black baggy clothing with a good cloak. It was a relatively new change, with his outfit choice leaning more toward the earthen colour scheme associated with Daravin, which in the thief’s case, was a mixture of muted green with splashes of sandy beige and sienna. It wasn’t anything too fancy or elaborate. Wearing a well-made muted green tunic, sandy beige linen pants with some black leather boots, and a dusty sienna cloak with a simple linen cloth over the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t much of an eye sore, but it could be agreed that the thief didn’t have much taste when it came to fashion, but he pretty much looked like he was a part of the middle class. However, that didn't stop Jared's innate physical traits, which was amplified by the fact that being a Draedan, most of his physical flaws had corrected themselves to mimic what was deemed 'perfect' in accordance with divinity.
“Well, let's look at the markets, shall we? There should be something of interest that I look at and find something of use… I could nab a few more pockets for the evening or an establishment… Utilising some new abilities is great, but I must be careful.”
The amber-eyed man with slightly wavy raven-black hair couldn’t help but mutter softly as he made his way over to a busy section of one of the many bazaars and plazas that litter Levarin. After all, an excellent place to start casing for potential stuff to steal was at a busy marketplace.