[ It's not typical for Peony to pick up jobs on her own, especially on Vylbrand of all places, which even after a few months, is still unfamiliar to her. Every day she gets a little more used to it, but rather than return to her roots in thievery, she's kept her record clean here so far. Spotless, really! Side gigs sure don't pay as well, but every now and again one crops up that's a bit more lucrative, and this one is one such case.
For all she knows, her clients motivations might not be pure themselves, but stealing from someone who's already stolen isn't really stealing, is it? Perhaps they'll turn the goods back over to the proper authorities once they've had a look at them. Being from the East Aldenard Trading Company, there's bound to be some valuable wares in there. If they turn out to be not-so-altruistically motivated, well...
She'll worry about that later, once she's got the goods. Though she has far more experience playing the role of a grifter, she could hardly spend her adolescence within a family of thieves without picking up some sneaking skills, though quickly enough, she realizes she is...following someone who is following her target. Not one of the Yellow Jackets, or a regular civilian who just happens to be going the same way. Her movements herald someone who does not want to be followed, yet if she were with the black marketeer himself, why would she follow at such a distance?
But in the blink of an eye, the Roegadyn vanishes, and Peony curses under her breath — but it is what it is. She hasn't lost sight of the black marketeer, which is what matters most, so she continues her approach, ears pricking beneath her hood at every sound around her.
Just a little further to the docks...but just in case, she stows one hand inside her overcoat, resting her hand on the hilt of a dagger sheathed at her side. ]
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For all she knows, her clients motivations might not be pure themselves, but stealing from someone who's already stolen isn't really stealing, is it? Perhaps they'll turn the goods back over to the proper authorities once they've had a look at them. Being from the East Aldenard Trading Company, there's bound to be some valuable wares in there. If they turn out to be not-so-altruistically motivated, well...
She'll worry about that later, once she's got the goods. Though she has far more experience playing the role of a grifter, she could hardly spend her adolescence within a family of thieves without picking up some sneaking skills, though quickly enough, she realizes she is...following someone who is following her target. Not one of the Yellow Jackets, or a regular civilian who just happens to be going the same way. Her movements herald someone who does not want to be followed, yet if she were with the black marketeer himself, why would she follow at such a distance?
But in the blink of an eye, the Roegadyn vanishes, and Peony curses under her breath — but it is what it is. She hasn't lost sight of the black marketeer, which is what matters most, so she continues her approach, ears pricking beneath her hood at every sound around her.
Just a little further to the docks...but just in case, she stows one hand inside her overcoat, resting her hand on the hilt of a dagger sheathed at her side. ]