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Ana hurried down the cobblestone street, the soft click of her heels lost amist the cacophony of the city slowly coming back to life. To her right a bald man dressed waved a squirming chicken above his head as he proclaimed that it would certainly be the meatiest that she had ever tasted. To her left an old woman sat quietly beside her cart of fresh vegetable, both enjoying the warmth of the morning sun and keeping a sharp eye out for the odd tomato thief. Even further ahead a group of merchants was already mobbing the first cart of the morning as it arrived from the docks, hoping for a chance at the best and freshest fish for their own stalls before their competition could. All in all it was a pretty normal morning for the city of Helleve and it's inhabitants. People came and went through the city gates, the beggers took up their normal spots on the city corners, the merchants kept a close hand to their coin purses, and the city guard observed all of the above dilegently.
"S'cuse me. Pardon. Squeezing by" Ana squeeked as she made her way through the morning throngs crowding the street. She made particular care not to mess the simple solid green dress she wore as she went, a bit of mud or a smushed tomato was all that was needed to destroy whatever hope she had for the plan to succeed. It wasn't the dress itself that was valuable but rather that it happened to be the required uniform for all of the female servant to the DiAngelica family estate. With a staff of somewhere between twenty to thirty the plan was to blend in, infilitrate the place, and steal whatever she could get her little hands on before she was noticed.
It was a new style plan than what Lydia was used to. The original idea she had tossed out in front of her associates was much more direct. That is, climb a balcony, pick the lock and steal everything worth shoving into her pockets. Leave it to Stephanie to be a pain though, she chuckled to herself as she walked. But even she had to admit that it had some merit. It was easier to get around the house if the occupants thought you belonged there after all.
"S'cuse me. Pardon. Squeezing by" Ana squeeked as she made her way through the morning throngs crowding the street. She made particular care not to mess the simple solid green dress she wore as she went, a bit of mud or a smushed tomato was all that was needed to destroy whatever hope she had for the plan to succeed. It wasn't the dress itself that was valuable but rather that it happened to be the required uniform for all of the female servant to the DiAngelica family estate. With a staff of somewhere between twenty to thirty the plan was to blend in, infilitrate the place, and steal whatever she could get her little hands on before she was noticed.
It was a new style plan than what Lydia was used to. The original idea she had tossed out in front of her associates was much more direct. That is, climb a balcony, pick the lock and steal everything worth shoving into her pockets. Leave it to Stephanie to be a pain though, she chuckled to herself as she walked. But even she had to admit that it had some merit. It was easier to get around the house if the occupants thought you belonged there after all.