Character name: Vincent Valourheart
World name: Balmung (I reside in the UK, I just play on a different Data Center)
Choice of Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit
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The thief's hand wasn't long out of the nobleman's pocket with its prize before the alarm was raised. He might have wondered what made him so obvious a pickpocket, if not for the hooded scarf and goggles concealing his face, worn indoors, in broad daylight.

Fortunately, Erithae's feet were as swift as his reflexes, and the young Miqo'te found himself enjoying a merry sprint through the alleyways of Ul'Dah. The Brass Blades chasing him however, were far less happy about the situation, and much less happy to have tripped over the piece of rubble that Erithae had so deftly skipped over mere moments ago, and not thought to point out to them, for fear of ruining the surprise.

It was that same generosity that left his pursuers in the dust. Outpacing them however was not enough for the flighty footpad, and as he turned into an alley that should have been a dead end, he nimbly hopped his way up a stack of crates and scrambled up the wall onto the roof.

His stride continued over the rooftops, and he clambered quickly amidst the buildings of Ul'Dah, moving higher up in the city with each passing moment. When he reached a spot high enough in the city skyline, he stopped to admire the view below, savouring his victory.

He sat there for a time, content and gazing at the people below, before reaching into his pockets and pulling out a pair of emerald earrings, watching them shimmer in the sunlight as they dangled in front of his face.

'You must be very expensive to cause such a fuss.' Erithae thought, his attention drawn away from his prize to the sky above as a small airship passed overhead. 'That should be him.' He mused, and rose to his feet, pocketing the jewellery.

He stretched and let out a yawn, and took one last look at the city from on high. Erithae then began his descent, making the trip down look effortless as he hopped between rooftops as if each one was a mere step on a staircase. Once he was on the ground again, he removed his hood and goggles, and with a swish of his tail, sauntered into the crowded Ul'Dah streets.

He made his way to the Sapphire Avenue Exchange and approached his master, who stood beside the Summoning Bell, greeting them with an eager wave and by name.

"Vincent!" Erithae smiled, and showed him the spoils of his venture.
"Very shiny." Vincent stated upon seeing the earrings.
"A noble was just giving these away... when their back was turned." Erithae responded with sly smile.
"Business as usual?" Vincent asked.
"Business as usual." Erithae replied “Take from the rich, give to the poor, just like you taught me.”
"I believe I owe you a drink." Vincent grinned, ruffling Erithae's hair, and the two of them wandered to the tavern side by side.

With grins so smug, and matching mugs, the pair made a toast to “Honour among upright thieves.”

(Word Count: 500)
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