Reverse-pickpocket on the prowl in Roar

[archangel00]

Over the past week, some of the common folk of Valkur's Roar begin finding items in their pockets that we certainly not there this morning. Anything from handfulls of gold, to decent quality gems, even as far as potions of invisibility and lesser rings of fire protection seem to be appearing out of thin air.

Amongst the confusion, Serra just stands there, arms crossed, with that lil devilish-smirk.

"Well, 's see wh'appens now, heh."

[Malignant Naricissism]

A cowled man sits in Talbot's having a drink by himself in the corner as he listens to various people speak out the so called "reverse pick-pocket." He smiles to himself and takes another drink.

"Just what I needed for some extra coin."