“You dropped this master dwarf!” Aeron called down the darkened street after the merrily strolling figure. “What!?!,” Tarl spun around toward the young human, who held his purse in one hand and the beautiful moon elf who had just stolen it with the other. She’d just passed him, brushing against him as she did, but he’d been so distracted by her tight leather clad, slender, yet well-toned and delightfully feminine figure, that he hadn’t noticed her slip the purse off his belt. “Why you little, pointy eared… THIEF!” he roared, storming forward as Aeron tossed his purse back to him smiling with amusement that a dwarf, a race known for the breadth and color of their curses, couldn’t find a better one. “Let go of me!” Nykira demanded, as she squirmed and struggled to break his grip. He’d caught her by surprise, both because he’d appeared from the shadows as if from nowhere and there was something about him that caught her breath and set her heart pounding, but she knew what fate awaited her at the hands of the Watch… Silverymoon held a very dim view of theft! “Why… so you can just find another purse to steal?” Aeron retorted, seizing hold of her by both her arms. He couldn’t help but admire the stunning beauty, flawless alabaster skin, a short blue-black mane, and sapphire eyes so deep he could easily drown in them. Seeing the look in his eyes, and knowing how her beauty affected men, Nykira took advantage of his distraction and stumped down on his foot. Catching him off-guard, while assuring that he couldn’t pursue her well, she used the instant of surprise to break his grasp and bolted into a dark alley. “Here!” She turned back toward him, despite knowing that she should have kept running, just in time to catch the purse, his own, that he threw after her, and stopped dead in her tracks. “Now you won’t need to steal someone else’s tonight,” he answered the unasked question on her stunned face before she spun and vanished into the darkness. “She must need it more than I,” Aeron said with a shrug to the shocked dwarf, who turned from his last admiring glimpse of Nykira’s retreating form to regard the young human with an amused look. “You’re new to the city, aren’t you lad?” Tarl inquired, without really needing further confirmation, as a great smile split his bearded face.