Post by mrshnigles on Dec 25, 2018 19:26:56 GMT
Early in the morning Gorien awakens in his tent on the outskirts of Waterdeep, a practice he had become all to used to many years ago and still practices to this day despite having more than enough money to find a place to stay within the city walls. Packing up his tent and bedroll he sneaks into town with a little help from his magic and buys fresh bread from a baker in town who always bakes a loaf just for him. He then flips up his hood and strolls through the streets letting the sea air greet his nostrils as he get's closer to the docks eating his breakfast all the way. Entering the trade ward he knows that it's almost time for the markets to open up and he settles for leaning against a building to wait for his favorite time of day. Time passes and he watches people start to awaken and open their windows for a moment, the cold air quickly pushing them back inside but not before they have a chance to see Gorien at his usual haunt and giving a small wave. Many of the shopkeepers recognize Gorien, usually with a smile but also with a frown as he had previosuly caused trouble for many a shop keep and market patron as a young man. But recently he has been taking many odd jobs and managed to build a more friendly reputation among the denizens of the market ward, he couldn't bear having to walk the streets as a criminal to all, especially not in his old stomping grounds.
The sun peaked over the roof tops and he stood up out of his slouch and began to slowly walk along the street observing the early risers of the market. Seeing old women and beggars receiving their daily scraps and couriers retrieving their mandated goods he felt quite at home. Then the regular crowd came. It's like a wave, the people come very gradually and then all of a sudden you have a crowd that you can hide in. And hide in it Gorien did. He is not exactly sure why but he now feels the need to do the guards work for them and catch pickpockets, such and odd and hypocritical thing to be doing in his free time but it is somewhat pleasing to know all the tricks of a cut purse and watch their face as the money they stole suddenly floats away from them and back into the pockets of their victims or following a pickpocket to where they empty their loot only to watch them cry in frustration when they find their pockets empty. Maybe he feels like it's a sort of atonement for his past deeds, but he feels like it's just plain fun.
In fact he see a pickpocket with their hand in his pocket right now. In a few waves of a hand and whispered words a guards voice rings out loud behind the would-be thief "YOU THERE, STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING" and suddenly the hand in his pocket recedes and he hears the quick pattering of shoes on the cobblestone. He gives a light chuckle as the people around look for the source of the voice and quickly go about their business. "they never learn do they" Gorien whispers to himself.
The sun peaked over the roof tops and he stood up out of his slouch and began to slowly walk along the street observing the early risers of the market. Seeing old women and beggars receiving their daily scraps and couriers retrieving their mandated goods he felt quite at home. Then the regular crowd came. It's like a wave, the people come very gradually and then all of a sudden you have a crowd that you can hide in. And hide in it Gorien did. He is not exactly sure why but he now feels the need to do the guards work for them and catch pickpockets, such and odd and hypocritical thing to be doing in his free time but it is somewhat pleasing to know all the tricks of a cut purse and watch their face as the money they stole suddenly floats away from them and back into the pockets of their victims or following a pickpocket to where they empty their loot only to watch them cry in frustration when they find their pockets empty. Maybe he feels like it's a sort of atonement for his past deeds, but he feels like it's just plain fun.
In fact he see a pickpocket with their hand in his pocket right now. In a few waves of a hand and whispered words a guards voice rings out loud behind the would-be thief "YOU THERE, STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING" and suddenly the hand in his pocket recedes and he hears the quick pattering of shoes on the cobblestone. He gives a light chuckle as the people around look for the source of the voice and quickly go about their business. "they never learn do they" Gorien whispers to himself.
