"I swear it's not my fault!" The man withered underneath me, eyes wide with horror. I towered above him, waves of rage radiating off me.
My eyebrow cocked. "Not your fault?" I repeated. My teeth ground together hard. "Like hell it's not! I paid twenty percent more of the original cost to get this item only to arrive here and find you misplaced it?! What kind of bullshit is this?!"
A crowd was beginning to form around us. I didn't care. If they were going to stare then let them. Then they would know just what kind of lazy shopkeeper that guy was. It would be best for the town to know the truth about the man they bought things from.

"B-but—"
I narrowed my eyes. More arguing? That wasn't acceptable. Swiftly I flicked my wrist and grasping the bar under my fingers, the hidden switch was pressed and up flew the claws from their sheath. Brandishing the gleaming weapons like a trophy, I bent down and pressed one against the now shrieking male. "I think I deserve my money back, don't you?"

"Y-y-yes, ma'am." He sobbed.

Twenty minutes later I walked out of the weapons shop with three hundred gald in my pocket and a satisfied smile on my face. Landing on the Legacy wasn't such a bad thing after all. The people in town were total idiots. Inwardly I laughed. That guy actually believed I had ordered something all the way from Gadoria and came to pick it up? What a moron. Who in the right mind would actually do that? Besides, from what I knew there wasn't a packaging company that worked that way connecting to a moving ship like the one I was on.

Cheerfully I patted my back pocket where the sack of money sat contently. Yep, it was going to be a great visit. I looked up to the bright blue sky and stretched, letting out a high pitch whine. The next step was to find that blasted cousin of mine and give him the news from home. 'I don't even want to think about what sis' would do if I didn't.' I thought bitterly. Heaving a sigh I headed off towards the lighthouse where the rumours said he would be in high hopes they were somewhat accurate.

--

Senel stepped through the thick grass with Shirley close behind. Since the day they defeated Vaclav and stopped the war, the gap between the two had been sealed shut, allowing them to live peacefully together. He was glad the way things turned out how they did, but something inside him disagreed to it all. Something told him there was more that would come and to not relax just yet.

"Senel?" He glanced back. Shirley was looking at him worriedly. "Are you alright?"

He nodded and gave her a smile. "Yeah."

It wasn't enough to get her off his back. She walked beside him for a moment or two in silence before bringing it up again. "Are you sure nothing's bothering you?"

Senel once again forced a smile at her. "I'm positive, Shirley. Don't worry. There isn't anything wrong."

"If you say so—"

"Senel! Shirley!" Both of them turned their heads at the sound of their names being called. In the distance was a figure running towards them. A familiar woman wearing the dark outfit of the house of Valens, a once well known family of Knights.

Shirley blinked. "Chloe." She greeted. "What's wrong?"

The young knight placed her hands on her knees while she took a minute to catch her breath. Senel noticed how flushed her face was and the thing trail of sweat running down her brow. Did she run all the way from Werites Beacon in search of them?

Finally Chloe straightened. She cleared her throat and began her explanation. "Raynard has told me you must hurry back to the city. It seems there's a thief running about tricking people and robbing them of their money using strange tactics."

'I knew today was too good.' Senel thought. He hung his head and sighed. "Alright, we'll be right there."

Chloe blinked. She tilted her head and gave him a curious look. "Coolidge, are you... okay?"

"What's with everyone asking me that today?!" He snapped. Clenching his fists he stormed past the girls, ignoring their surprised stares. "I said I'm fine!"

Behind him, Shirley held her arms to her chest and watched the white haired man stalk off sadly. "He doesn't seem fine to me."

"Me neither."

Far ahead, Senel waved a hand. "I can hear you, you know!"

--

I scowled. Standing in front of the lighthouse I scanned all I could see of the town. Nothing. There was no sign of him anywhere. Not even the slightest hint of his reckless nature. Was I lied to down by the port?

Angrily I stomped my feet and cried out. "God dammit! Where did that fucker go?!" Seething, I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and began my journey back into the city. What good luck I had so far was beginning to drain away fast. It never lasted. Being a thief was harder than it looked.

As I came towards the fountain I noticed a crowd forming by the Bakery. I snorted and turned away but something held me back. Curiosity, the emotion I hated most. Muttering about losing track of time and having to sleep outside (due to robbing the inn already); I made my way over to the group of people.

Reaching it I tried to overlook the tops of peoples head. The attempt was useless. I wasn't very tall and those around me had much more height that I liked. "Excuse me," I said pushing through what felt the millions of bodies, "Pardon me, comin' through. Watch out. Sorry about that. 'scuse me." On went the apologies until I came out at the front.

There stood the baker holding a torn hat in one hand. A knife in the other. He was yelling at a tall, older looking man wearing a tight orange outfit. "I can't take this, Will! Do something!" He threw the hat on the ground and grinded his foot into it, making sure everyone saw how pissed off he was. "That blasted thief stole enough gald from us that would have done a whole month worth of shipping! I want her found and I want her dead!"

Will frowned. He crossed his arms over his well toned chest and rubbed at a sore spot on his arm. "A female thief..? Well, this isn't good."

I made a face. 'Oh snap.' They were onto me already. Quickly and silently I turned around and tried to squeeze back out through the mob onto the road to get away from them. Unfortunately, my luck was getting worse and worse because I suddenly heard a screech and the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back with the angry baker hovering over me, pointing and yelling, 'IT'S HER IT'S HER! SHE'S THE THIEF! SHE DID IT!'

I laughed nervously, meeting Will's piercing gaze. "H-hey there. Nice weather we're having, isn't it?"