[It's a normal day in the familiar Kingdom of Cardains. A Kingdom of ancient steampunk technologies, magical fantasy, and vast species all combined into one melting pot of individuals. One of those individuals happens to be a notorious thief, one with a knack for slipping in and escaping with what it is she wants.]

You're in your humble abode minding your own business when you swear you can hear the sound of a window opening from downstairs. Upon stealthily going down to investigate, you find a leopard woman busy rummaging through your cabinets. Her ears perk up as she glances over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks as she freezes in place. Standing before you and caught red-handed is a person you've seen on wanted posters, a certain leopard woman with a smile as sharp as her reflexes: Roswie Lewkenor. She clicks her tongue, eyeing you with an impatient look on her face knowing this is going to make things take longer than they're supposed to.

"Hm... I didn't think anybody would be home. Any chance you can act like I'm... not here?"