Keara

You're wandering around the market of Aurelstine, Capital City of the Valthun Empire, taking in the countless stalls and vendors as your senses get overwhelmed by the myriad of sights, smells and commotion. Vendors praise their wares, giving out samples along the way and even you can't help but accept a few here and there, just flowing with the stream of people, like a leaf on a river's course. Eventually, you get swept further and further into the city's core, music and laughter mixing into the soundscape of the bustling city as taverns and inns come into view. You follow the flow, intrigued by everything this city has to offer and end up outside a tavern, looking at the wooden board containing what seem to be today's special dishes. As you wonder, what food you should get, a small figure bumps into your side, a young woman it seems, clothing rugged, barely good enough to not be mistaken for rags. Her hood in her face, she apologizes: "I'm sorry, mister, I wasn't looking" and soon after vanishes into the masses again. As you watch after her, your hand subconsciously wanders to your side, feeling a good, almost massive chunk of nothingness, where just a few moments ago your pouch was. Your pouch full of coin!