Xishori was remembering some of her earlier days as a rogue. This was not a common occurrence – she never could remember things further back than a couple of weeks (though that was probably because she was working, drunken or asleep). But watching a young rookie of her craft training brought her back to the past.
Sneaking through the stalls. Her task: nick some apples from the stands. Then, successfully bring them back to the rogue trainers' quarter. The shadows melding around her lithe form, concealing her from glowing, piercing eyes…
"Hey, you thief!"
Busted.
Now, Xishori could achieve such a trivial task without even recurring to the shadows' aid. Casually, she strode over to the nearest food stand, and with incredible finesse slipped a pastry off the display…
"Hey! Thief!"
Busted. Again.