Gobbo
Tactical Goat
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The port town of Bladecrest
Sunset
The sun began to set on the horizon, painting the sky and the ocean with a myriad of colors. The city was tinged red, a lone figure standing still in the middle of the bustling market. There was a deep hood over his head, with dark glasses covering his eyes as he watched the sun sink below the horizon. Most people didn't seem to notice the cloaked figure, which is just the way he preferred it.
Taking a bite out of an apple that seemed to come from nowhere he turned, sliding his glasses off. He tucked them into a pouch, his bright teal eyes adjusting to the light as they scanned the crowd. Nobody seemed to even notice the shady figure's passing as he wound through the market on the way to his room at the inn.
It didn't take long to get there, and he passed through the bar and upstairs without so much as a second glance from the other patrons. He seemed to have this strange ability to walk around unnoticed, which suited his line of work just fine. Entering his rented room he closed and locked the door, walking over to the worn leather bag on the bed. He pulled out a different set of clothing, light leather armor the color of pitch.
Getting changed he made sure he would have everything he needed for that night. The man had a long night ahead of him, one that would hopefully net him a tidy sum of gold. With one final, deep sigh he opened the window to his room and climbed out on the ledge, closing it behind him before deftly climbing to the rooftop. The inn wasn't very far from his target, a massive mansion in the higher-end part of town. There were other homes like it nearby, but this one was special. The owner was in the shipping business, and the thief had it on good authority that the owner had just received payment for a large amount of goods that passed through the port. Pulling his cloak around him and his mask over his nose and mouth he started across the rooftops, easily moving around the city guard.
It didn't take him very long to reach the house, pausing on a nearby roof to survey the area. Sure enough, there seemed to be more guards around the house than the previous two nights, leading him to believe the rumors were true about the gold. He'd have to step lightly to make sure he got out of this with his skin intact.
Making his way silently to the rooftop of his target he stopped, taking his time from here on out. He'd have to find a place to enter, find out where the gold was, avoid the guards... There was a lot he had to take care of, so now was as good a time as any to stop and wait.