Fiera checked her bag, ensuring everything she would need was inside. Lockpicks, backup lockpicks, dagger, notepad, small quill, ink, her tarnished pass, and a small sandwich she had picked up from Bill’s Bakery earlier that morning. She touched the gem on her necklace, activating its glamour charm. She had found out while experimenting with the necklace that she could turn the charm on and off, which would probably come in handy. Fiera headed down the steps from her small apartment, and scanned the dentistry’s waiting room. She found Dimmerson lounging in a hanging plant. He was inspecting the plants flowers and leaves. “Hey, I’m heading out for a few hours to meet up with Lirna, we’re going to the Windfish to have some dinner and drinks. I should be back by midnight, maybe a bit later. Don’t wait up, okay?” Fiera said, heading towards the door. Dimmerson waved a tiny hand and went back to lounging in the dirt of the plant. He was an odd one. Fiera was fascinated by his ability to manipulate light. What she had told him hadn’t been a complete lie. She had already met up with Lirna earlier that day and had breakfast with her at the Windfish Inn, then they had gotten some pastries from Bill’s Bakery. So far she had been adjusting well to the city, and had found her work with Feven to be dull, but fulfilling. She would often go to the market to fetch him different supplies or pick up orders for him, as well as check on patients on his behalf. Most of the time they didn’t have any complaints about the work he had done on their teeth, but if they had any pain or discomfort, it was Fiera’s job to schedule them for another appointment with Feven to address it. She shut out her thoughts of work and turned them to what tonight would entail. She had been in the city for two weeks now and hadn’t stolen anything. Fiera walked quickly down the street as the sun was nearly fully set. She didn’t want to miss the owner locking up for the evening. After navigating the various roads and walkways, crossing a few bridges and cutting through a few gardens, Fiera finally got to the alleyway she had been heading towards. She took off her gloves and looked both ways to make sure no one was watching. A few people were still walking about at this hour, but Fiera was quick. She extended her clawed fingers and sunk them into the brick and mortar of the wall beside her with ease. She hauled herself up and began to climb, using her natural climbing ability to make her way up the forty-foot tall building and onto the roof. Once there, she approached the opposite side of the roof and kneeled down, peering over onto the street below. A few people were about, but no one looked up towards her. From here, she could see much of the silver district. Far to the north she saw The Canopy, a tavern that was easily the tallest structure in Brimstorm. It even surpassed the towers of Brimstorm keep, and those were visible from nearly anywhere in the city. The Canopy serves as a central hub for much of the city - it stands at the center, and has access points to both the silver district and the gilded district. A wall dividing the districts flanks The Canopy on either side. There are multiple levels of the tavern, though Fiera had only been inside the silver district level. Feven had taken her there for dinner the night after she had received her glamour charm from him. The food was amazing, and the drinks were some of the best she had ever tried. They stayed for a few hours, enjoying the amazing view of the city while Feven explained how the city worked, the best places to visit, and his favorite local places to eat. He promised to take her into the gilded district eventually, but day passes were expensive. Feven lived in the gilded district, and he was one of the few people who worked in the silver district, but lived across the wall. When Fiera questioned why Feven hadn’t opened his shop in the gilded district, he smiled. There was much money to be made there, but Feven told her that he preferred the honest, hardworking folk of the silver district to the nobles who lived across the wall. As Fiera looked back to the jewelry shop below she saw the iron door swing open. A tall man stepped out, and began to lock the door behind him. “Alright,” Fiera mumbled to herself, “the place should be empty. Now hopefully we don’t have any surprises.” She still wished she had a partner for this job. She had thought about asking Lirna, but she didn’t want to risk getting her in any more trouble. She had learned that Feven and Grandad had paid off the guards after finding out she had escaped. Fiera continued to wait and observe from the rooftop, eating her cold sandwich in the meantime. It was some kind of a cheese and sprout sandwich, recommended to her by the baker himself. It was delicious, and Fiera found herself sad that she hadn't gotten a second one. She made a mental note to return and get another soon. Sandwich finished, Fiera headed back to the alleyway, using her claws to anchor her to the wall as she fell. She landed lightly on her boots, and began to head to her second position. She stopped on the corner of the street and leaned against the wall. She had cased the place earlier, and found there were no back doors or windows. She had chosen not to go inside - the less people who saw her around the shop, the better. She wasn’t planning on taking everything, just a few gems and some jewelry. This job wasn’t about profit, it was about shaking off the rust. She hadn’t broken in anywhere since Silco City - reflecting on those memories sent shivers down her spine. One patrol passed her, but she had pretended to be writing in her notepad, using a nearby lantern to write. They didn’t give her a second glance, which was lucky. Guards here in Brimstorm tended to check passes frequently, which made it hard to engage in any illicit activity. Fiera took a deep breath and started across the street, heading straight for the shop’s dark, iron door. She took a glance at the shop's sign as she arrived at the entryway. It read: "Fenway’s Gems - Finest Stones and Jewelry in the Silver District. Open Sunrise to Sunset Daily." She inserted her rake and tension wrench into the lock and was about to turn it when she heard a voice over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t do that just yet,” the voice said. Fiera turned and ducked low, swiping out with her claws. The dark figure dodged out of the way, barely avoiding her attack. He held up both hands, showing he was unarmed. It was either a human or an elf, but she couldn't be sure because of the hood and cloth mask covering the lower half of his face. She noticed he wore two daggers on his belt, and a longer dagger at his shoulder. “Easy now, I’m no threat. I’ve been watching you since you went up on that rooftop. I just wanted to offer a little advice,” he said, shrugging slightly. Fiera stood at the ready, just in case he tried anything. You could never be too careful when on a job - carelessness could get you killed. “What do you want?” Fiera snarled, showing her draconian fangs. “Like I said, just a little advice. Here, we need to get inside before anyone else passes by.” He lowered his hands and approached the entryway. Fiera stepped back, allowing him access to the door. She kept her hand on her dagger, ready just in case. He took out a small pouch and threw a puff of powder at the door. Runes lit up at each corner, and another right above the lock. “We’ll need to scratch off these runes if you want to get inside without alerting anyone.” He gestured to the now-glowing runes. “Some of these would’ve harmed you the second you tried to turn that pick,” he added gravely. He grabbed a smaller dagger from his belt and Fiera tensed. He scratched at each rune twice, putting a small slice through each of them. As he did, the light faded from the glowing runes. “Alright, now we can head in. Would you like to do the honors?” the man asked as he stepped back. “Fine. Take another step back, though. I don’t trust you,” she said. “That’s probably pretty wise. I don’t trust anyone ‘til at least the second drink they buy me.” “Why the second?” Fiera asked, flicking open the lock with ease. She gave a shove and the door opened inward. “That way I know they aren’t trying to poison me,” he joked. He grabbed her cloak as she tried to step into the shop. “Hold on,” he said, earning another glare from Fiera. He took another small handful of powder from his pouch and tossed it into the room. A large glyph took shape on the ground in front of the door, as well as on the windows, and the displays of the cases inside. “Okay, let me go first,” he said, stepping over the rune on the floor. Fiera followed him in, allowing him to close the large, iron door behind them. “How did you know about the hidden runes? And what is that powder?” she questioned as she eyed the small pouch at his waist. That would definitely come in handy in the future. “It’s pretty standard here in Brimstorm. I take it you’re new? Nice job with the lock by the way, I can tell you’re not new to this line of work. I’m Kenten, by the way.” He held out his hand in offering. Fiera took it and gave it a fierce squeeze, digging in ever so slightly with her claws. “Einrith. I’ve been here almost a month,” she lied. “Haven’t had the best luck so far here. This whole magic thing is kind of new to me.” “Welcome to Brimstorm,” said Kenten, smiling.