[a. feast. You'd think that the main point of a feast would be to take in the sights, to ask questions, get to know people. You'd think someone would be taking the time to get to know the place, find where everything is, even possibly get a map of the Drabwurld. Most people would find an odd comfort in others being in the same situation.
...Then again, Garrett isn't "most people."
The thief has no interest in the war, no interest in the ending of the worlds or the preserving of it. Instead, he stays towards the back of the celebration, mostly in the shadows, eyes looking for pockets to pick, and for certain objects to snatch from the castle rooms themselves. At times his right eye gives an aqua glow, a wisp of smoke curling outwards from it, before it dies again, and he moves on. He wanders the halls, keeps to himself, uses distractions to go into rooms, take what he finds valuable, and leaves. He's interesting enough with all his thief garb on, not to mention it's entirely all in black leather.
As for politics? Forget it. The Drabwurld can rot for all he cares. He's saved the world once, and once was enough.
b. wildcard. It's evening, and the sun has set a good hour or so earlier, inviting the moon to sit in the sky quietly. High above the main roads, Garrett moves back and forth, studying the landscape before him. Whether a forest or a town, it's definitely being scanned for potential people to rob, new heists to make, new adventures to steal the greatest treasures this world has to offer. Finding him shouldn't be difficult, provided you have a good pair of eyes and are familiar with people being above your head.
This is work, honestly. A job is a job. After all, he has to regain his title of Master Thief somehow, now doesn't he?]
garrett // thief // unseelie
...Then again, Garrett isn't "most people."
The thief has no interest in the war, no interest in the ending of the worlds or the preserving of it. Instead, he stays towards the back of the celebration, mostly in the shadows, eyes looking for pockets to pick, and for certain objects to snatch from the castle rooms themselves. At times his right eye gives an aqua glow, a wisp of smoke curling outwards from it, before it dies again, and he moves on. He wanders the halls, keeps to himself, uses distractions to go into rooms, take what he finds valuable, and leaves. He's interesting enough with all his thief garb on, not to mention it's entirely all in black leather.
As for politics? Forget it. The Drabwurld can rot for all he cares. He's saved the world once, and once was enough.
b. wildcard. It's evening, and the sun has set a good hour or so earlier, inviting the moon to sit in the sky quietly. High above the main roads, Garrett moves back and forth, studying the landscape before him. Whether a forest or a town, it's definitely being scanned for potential people to rob, new heists to make, new adventures to steal the greatest treasures this world has to offer. Finding him shouldn't be difficult, provided you have a good pair of eyes and are familiar with people being above your head.
This is work, honestly. A job is a job. After all, he has to regain his title of Master Thief somehow, now doesn't he?]