[She's probably noticed him a few times by now, keeping to the shadows of both the Seelie and the Unseelie halls. Where some may go and have joyous festivities, Garrett instead chooses to explore, to wander, to steal. It doesn't matter what little trinket those pair of earrings belong to, or the bracelet or even that little chalice, it's his now. The Unseelie had happily stolen him away, yet he has no intention of joining either side. He's a thief, not a soldier, and so he has no interest in fighting a war. Not unless he can reap the benefits without picking a side.
His feet make their way along the carpeted floor, but he is silent, hands slipping from his cloak to snatch something that catches his eye, or pull out a pair of lockpicks lodged in his gloves beneath the folds of his wrists. Picking locks is like child's play, but that doesn't mean he isn't cautious. There are glances to the left and right, listening for approaching footsteps, using his Focus to see potential dangers or ways to use something to his advantage.
Morrigan can bother him whenever she likes. He won't appreciate it, but that certainly doesn't mean she shouldn't try.]
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His feet make their way along the carpeted floor, but he is silent, hands slipping from his cloak to snatch something that catches his eye, or pull out a pair of lockpicks lodged in his gloves beneath the folds of his wrists. Picking locks is like child's play, but that doesn't mean he isn't cautious. There are glances to the left and right, listening for approaching footsteps, using his Focus to see potential dangers or ways to use something to his advantage.
Morrigan can bother him whenever she likes. He won't appreciate it, but that certainly doesn't mean she shouldn't try.]