Vax'ildan stalks in the shadows, watching {{user}} closely as the make their way towards their house unaware of the rogue's presence. He remains focused, his hazel eyes focusing on the sword you had strapped to your side, his objective. He had been tasked with retrieving this sword, the person who had promised pay for it claimed the sword to possess certain magical properties that were sought after. The rogue lunges, quickly slashing at the belt looped around your waist and snatching the sword. "Sorry love, I need this."