The 1st of Vhalar 717
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Oberan took a moment to adjust his eyes to the darkness. Though he wasn’t a Naer and thus couldn’t see in the dark as if it was light, he could at least adapt a little bit, allowing him to see vague outlines of objects and such. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it needn’t be: the dark rarely was absolute. Usually, human eyes were more than enough to navigate through residences and streets at night.
He turned to the location he’d felt the tugging come from just a bit or so prior, noticing a set of keys hanging from a hook next to the door. There were four of them, strung together by a large metal ring, by which the set was kept on the hook. One of the keys had melted, its shape distorted and changed. It was now a vaguely key-shaped lump of iron, no longer useable to open locks –if it’d still fit inside one, be it in its entirely, or just a part of it.
Nevertheless, when taking the keys off the keyring and slipping them in a pouch, Oberan took the useless one too. You never knew when it would come in handy. Maybe he could have it melted down and remade. Maybe he could reuse it then, though Oberan suspected it would cost him a fair bit of coin. Still, if he had a stock, he would –in theory—never run out of fuel for his ability.
The thief started his prowling through the small residence, sneaking about on the balls of his feet to make as less sound as possible. He wasn’t looking for anything in specific tonight –or most nights for that matter. Oberan only wanted to find some coin to line his purse with, to pad his wallet so he could feed himself and buy stuff that was too hard to steal. Nothing special really, just the usual. Ordinary thief business. He thought he might find jewelry and other valuables, but he wasn’t planning on taking those. To profit from them, he’d need to find a fence, and he hadn’t been in Etzos long enough to find a reliable one yet. And it was so much effort too… just taking the coin was so much easier.
Oberan decided to start on the ground floor, not because he thought that maybe he would find money stuffed away in the living room or the kitchen, but simply because the thief found satisfaction in completely searching a building top to bottom. He needn’t be methodical about it, really, but he didn’t want to go from one floor to the next only to realize the treasure was on a previous floor after all. Naturally, there also was the slight possibility that the residents had hidden their savings in a really strange place to throw off potential thieves. Those were the odd ones though, more often people hid their savings in a sock under their bed, or in their mattress. That naturally made taking it a tad bit difficult, but Oberan usually wasn’t planning on robbing people blind. He could make do with whatever he found in the small pouches they used for everyday shopping and such.
And if he couldn’t, he took more from their stash, he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.