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"Oh, the College?" He said with polite interest, listening intently. So he was a mage. Magic always added a bit of chaos and uncertainty into the equation whenever it was involved, especially crime. He had magic of his own, of course, but it wasn't quite the studied and organized type Elbion loved to instill in its youth. He eyed the gem, intrigued in what purpose it served, saying, "And you were one of the lucky few, I see."
His eye watched the magic with a keen gaze, his eyebrows raising in an impressed expression. "It's certainly a neat trick, no wonder Oban's so interested in having the College coming along. Nothing gets people more excited than a magic show, it practically enraptures them." He left the point to hang in the air for a moment, playing it off as him watching the magical griffin. Such a light show would certainly be a useful distraction, and most griffins would likely be grounded so as not to get in the magical depiction's way.
As the griffin dissipated, he continued, "I can understand that, myself. Dalriada is a beautiful kingdom, after all. The sights are simply lovely, so I hear." He gestured to the square nearby, filled with dancing Obanites dressed in illustrious - and expensive - clothing and jewelry, purses and pockets weighing heavy with coin. "The people here exude wealth, the epitome of grace and nobility. No doubt due to their wine and craftwork, I'm sure. It's sought after so much, in fact, even Alliria runs dry of its supply a few days after. I've been wanting to see both ever since I heard tell of the festival."
As he spoke, he stuffed the griffin feather behind one of his ears, a casual demeanor about him as if he were simply partaking in light small talk. If this thief was worth any of his salt - and judging from the subtle opening left in his words, he was - he would be able to pick up on his hints and go from there. Pickpocketing the distracted was a quick way of getting coin, and a distraction could easily open up an avenue for stealing a few valuable items from the stalls.
His eye watched the magic with a keen gaze, his eyebrows raising in an impressed expression. "It's certainly a neat trick, no wonder Oban's so interested in having the College coming along. Nothing gets people more excited than a magic show, it practically enraptures them." He left the point to hang in the air for a moment, playing it off as him watching the magical griffin. Such a light show would certainly be a useful distraction, and most griffins would likely be grounded so as not to get in the magical depiction's way.
As the griffin dissipated, he continued, "I can understand that, myself. Dalriada is a beautiful kingdom, after all. The sights are simply lovely, so I hear." He gestured to the square nearby, filled with dancing Obanites dressed in illustrious - and expensive - clothing and jewelry, purses and pockets weighing heavy with coin. "The people here exude wealth, the epitome of grace and nobility. No doubt due to their wine and craftwork, I'm sure. It's sought after so much, in fact, even Alliria runs dry of its supply a few days after. I've been wanting to see both ever since I heard tell of the festival."
As he spoke, he stuffed the griffin feather behind one of his ears, a casual demeanor about him as if he were simply partaking in light small talk. If this thief was worth any of his salt - and judging from the subtle opening left in his words, he was - he would be able to pick up on his hints and go from there. Pickpocketing the distracted was a quick way of getting coin, and a distraction could easily open up an avenue for stealing a few valuable items from the stalls.