A Thieving Beauty

[Bindi]

• Bindi kept the hood of her cloak up, it was near sunset, the sky was painted in reds and oranges, long shadows were cast on the hard packed dirt below her feet.
  Her pace quickened as she moved faster and faster, the streets were not safe for her, any time of day. the long brown cloak she was wearing covered up her long flowing skirt, with multiple belts of golden coins, from her travels, her shirt torn open at the color, revealing a glimpse of her thin and slender body underneath.
  
• As she stood out side the door of the brothel, she peered through the windows. men draped over women in the most disgusting manner. The men laughing and drowning in a drunken stew. the site slightly excited her, for no one was in their right mind in this place, no one would notice the missing of their wallets after being passed out in one of those filthy beds upstairs.
  
• The Moment she entered the main room she was hit with the strong smell of liquor and strong spices. the smell made her nose sting and eyes water. she pressed on through. the found her way up the stairs and as she walked down the hall, she noticed a room with the door cracked only so slightly over. she cocked her head and snuck her small face through the door. there was a women there, getting dressed, although she simply ignored Bindi, they passed on the way out, no eye contact what so ever.she proceeded into the dark room, she stood in the corner while her eyes adjusted to the dark, she was looking for any signs of money, or jewels, just something.
  
• The man laid half dressed and asleep or passed out for all she knew across the bed, she moved over to his pants which laid in a crumpled heap on the floor, she dug through the pockets. as she stuffed the money into a small purse that hung at her hip, she pulled her hood up over her head once more, and she left the room, walking down the now seemingly long hall way.
  

[James Ewania]

As color splashed gracefully across the chorus of birds began to wither into the sighs of a crickets song. The smell of a coming storm lingered in the air and its crisp scent was only growing. The colors of the underfoot were earthy browns and reds indicating rain hadn't fallen on the primitive road in a while. A cloaked man wandered slowly down the worn dirt path, his clothing betraying him as well traveled and mysterious. His cloak barely touched the ground leaving a slight cloud of dust as he let his heavily clad feet step nimbly into the direction of the town. The man was in the business of direction and his senses rarely failed him. The man was James a guide well known through the kingdom for his tracking skills.

NOT DONE have to go workout