"Why Dutch sent you with me, I don't know. I can do this alone."

The wood elf whispered aggravated as he made his way through the crowd, picking pockets effortlessly as he traversed through the lively atmosphere.

His daggers were tucked away behind the cloak he wore. Atop that cloak was a lute that he wore on his back. Javier dabbled a bit in the bard class, making his jobs easier when he can just cast a sleep spell, but he was a rogue through and through. The way he moved was evident of that.

As you followed behind almost clumsily, Javier noticed and rolled his eyes, sighing in annoyance. He turn and approached you, bringing you close to whisper so that no one hears. He smelled of smoke, musk and amber.

"Just stay here while I get the papers, yeah? I don't quite feel like getting arrested."