Walking along the thick forest on a used merchant trail a young wizard walks to the nearest town to rest hopefully before the night battles the sun and takes over the sky for a while. Humming a little song and clicking their boots against the floor bouncing along the path. The wizard watches the trees pass by and the town light nearing closer and starting to light as the setting sun lost its battle with the moon over the throne that would fly across the sky.
Upon arrival to the lively town, the wizard suddenly felt a chill go down her spine feeling as though she were being watched. But that was usually the feeling she got when entering a new town, village, or city. As an addition to being a wizard, she was also a tiefling. One more associated with fire to be precise. She got strange looks wherever she went, especially in human villages. Humans thought of any other race but themselves as lower and evil, especially the nobles. Humans of Nobel standards were especially cruel to those who were different or had any special talent they did not. Thankfully this was an elven town hustling and bustling with tall and short elves of all sorts of age with bright clothing and jewels that glistened in the light of the torches and candles. Tall lamps that were lit by flame were burning brightly on the sides of the streets. In the center of the town where most of the attention was drawn there were dancers in revealing clothing seducing men and women alike to the dark corners of their home to either be robbed or something else.
The dancers were not the focus of attention for the young wizard. No, what really caught her attention was a figure with the same bright and jewels clothing as everyone else moving to the rythe of the dancers and musicians that were off to the side taht was robbing these people bind.
It was as if the figure could feel the wizard's stare and looked up to lock eyes with her.
Bright eyes bluer than the bluest diamond twinkled with mischif that were placed on a face that was covered by some sort of mask that revealed long and wild locks of light brown hair. The eyes crinkled with a smile that stretched out through this thief's face at the realization of being caught in the act. the tiefling had taken a bold step forward with determination only to be cheered on by the crowd as she had stepped into the circle of dances that moved around her with winning glances and gentle touches.
As the wizard tried to break free of this lustrous dance the thief had also stepped into the circle. The light came to reveal a face covered in freckles that almost seemed to glow. The same bright eyes and wild brown hair. Most of their body was covered by clothing but their feet left bare. A satchel over one shoulder. That must be where the stolen goods were. The wizard must return them.