Chalce slipped from alleyway to alleyway, enlopped gracefully in the shadows, pale meadow eyes bright. A delivery of gold should arrive in a carriage not long from now, which should be headed to the Circle House. Oh the scandal it would cause, which would be a win-win. Gold to the poor and conflicts in the rich. He stiffened as the horse hoof clatter sounded and he pressed himself against the wall, grinning as his target was spotted, murmuring to himself. " bingo~. "
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