The slim man's dark eyes watched the market crowd as they moved about their business. A dark foreboding hung over the masked hero; even the most outgoing vendors avoided his gaze. Almost everyone wore a mask in Mocai; a bare face was much more uncommon. LuAnne had left him after taking him to the different hotspots within the city; the Gemini thief felt nothing but relief when she finally left.
A small body crashed into his hip from his blindside; Wind felt the telltale touch of a swift hand darting into his cloak.
"Sorry, Mister!" With a face covered in dirt and a shock of dark hair, the street urchin apologized quickly and then sprinted away with the group she was with.
Wind smirked at the back of the kid; a group of them had been working the market for the last hour. He wasn't good with ages, but he guessed them to be between 12 and 15. "That's just a loan; he'll come back when he wants."
