1st of Ashan, Arc 718
Devin had arrived on Scalvoris just in time to witness a catastrophe of epic proportions. Whereas other people would have complained that their stay on the island was ruined (or pitied the poor, poor survivors), the thief just saw endless opportunities to increase his wealth. The destroyed buildings would be full of valuables, the dead would have interesting stuff on them as well, and the situation would likely be so chaotic that people wouldn’t pay any attention to him. He was, he had to admit, quite excited!
Once he had arranged for some accommodation (he needed a place where he could store all the stolen goods) he grabbed some tools (a shovel, a rope and a grappling hook, among other things) and made his way to the Docks. He was dressed in black and grey - black coat, black hat, black pants and grey shirt - so that he would be harder to notice among all the smoke and the dust and the rubble. He had even painted his nails black because he thought it would be a nice touch and he wanted every part of him to match.
He could already hear the screams from far away. Survivors that were still trapped somewhere were screaming for somebody to save them. Others were screaming because they were in pain or because they had lost their home or their loved ones. Helpers were screaming orders – or screaming because they were completely overwhelmed. It was quite loud and unpleasant and distracting, and Devin wished he had brought ear plugs because he had no idea how he would be able to concentrate on his work.
It was hard to move around as well. He often found his path blocked by a piece of rubble or he had to backtrack. He had no idea where he would be able to find the most valuable stuff, so he eventually ducked into a nearby doorway and began to search the remains of what had once been a rather nice two-story stone house. Part of the second floor had collapsed and the bedroom furniture had ended up in the kitchen which Devin found great since he would be able to search two rooms at the same time that way.
He was just about to open a wardrobe that was still mostly whole and look inside when he heard a sound somewhere close by which was most inconvenient. He cursed under his breath, but when he turned around to face the stranger he was smiling again. “Hello, there”, he said in a friendly and polite tone as if he had absolutely nothing to hide and wasn’t doing anything unlawful either. “I’m searching this house for survivors. I thought I had heard something. When I’m done I’ll help those people over there find a place to stay”, he lied and pointed at a random group of survivors that were huddled together somewhere down the street and looking sad and desperate.
"Do you want to help me?" he asked, secretly hoping that they'd say no and go away again so that he would be able to continue his work.
Once he had arranged for some accommodation (he needed a place where he could store all the stolen goods) he grabbed some tools (a shovel, a rope and a grappling hook, among other things) and made his way to the Docks. He was dressed in black and grey - black coat, black hat, black pants and grey shirt - so that he would be harder to notice among all the smoke and the dust and the rubble. He had even painted his nails black because he thought it would be a nice touch and he wanted every part of him to match.
He could already hear the screams from far away. Survivors that were still trapped somewhere were screaming for somebody to save them. Others were screaming because they were in pain or because they had lost their home or their loved ones. Helpers were screaming orders – or screaming because they were completely overwhelmed. It was quite loud and unpleasant and distracting, and Devin wished he had brought ear plugs because he had no idea how he would be able to concentrate on his work.
It was hard to move around as well. He often found his path blocked by a piece of rubble or he had to backtrack. He had no idea where he would be able to find the most valuable stuff, so he eventually ducked into a nearby doorway and began to search the remains of what had once been a rather nice two-story stone house. Part of the second floor had collapsed and the bedroom furniture had ended up in the kitchen which Devin found great since he would be able to search two rooms at the same time that way.
He was just about to open a wardrobe that was still mostly whole and look inside when he heard a sound somewhere close by which was most inconvenient. He cursed under his breath, but when he turned around to face the stranger he was smiling again. “Hello, there”, he said in a friendly and polite tone as if he had absolutely nothing to hide and wasn’t doing anything unlawful either. “I’m searching this house for survivors. I thought I had heard something. When I’m done I’ll help those people over there find a place to stay”, he lied and pointed at a random group of survivors that were huddled together somewhere down the street and looking sad and desperate.
"Do you want to help me?" he asked, secretly hoping that they'd say no and go away again so that he would be able to continue his work.