He had no intention in staying here longer than he had to. Bilgewater was a dirty place smelling like rotten fish and the blood and innards of sea-serpents getting slaughtered in this area of the islands. It was a warm night making the stench even worse.
The man was hiding deep in the shadows of the wooden walls of a ware house. He was waiting there for several hours by now, waiting for the right moment. He knew how to keep himself occupied. A single card was dancing and twirling between his fingers in a fluent movement. It comes as easy as it was the most natural thing in the world to do. And it was in some way… He was trained in cards since his early childhood and therefore it became his second nature.
Suddenly the card stopped between his thumb and index finger. Footsteps were audible and they were getting closer. Seconds later a group of Hooks passed his hiding place without noticing his presence. It was almost too easy!
After all he was about to rob the mightiest and most dangerous man in Bilgewater, the pirate king himself. Gangplank. The generous payment was worth the risks. The only barrier between him and said fortune were these bloodthirsty Hooks, being loyal to Gangplank since he claimed the position as the king of Bilgewater. They actually might be capable of defeating him in a fair fight, but it definitely wasn't his intention to fight them. Furthermore he wasn't quite into this fairness thing and stuff. The only thing he should be worrying about right now was getting caught. When Gangplank would get the chance to lay his hands on the thief, a slow death would be his reward.
Finally he heard the return of the Hooks. He had supervised them long enough to know that he would have around five minutes before the next patrol would return. It was time, this was his starting signal.
He took his time to adjust his golden brimmed hat. Being in this rat hole was no reason for not looking as flawless as he usually did. It surely didn't matter to him in what a bad state this region was. Soon he would be far, far away, his pockets filled with gold.
The man stepped out of his hiding place and into the alley on the opposite street-side carefully avoiding all puddles that were hopefully just mud-filled. This alley would lead him straight to the docks and to Gangplank's ware house, to his destination. His long, black coat was whistling behind him when he quickly moved further into the alley way.
Suddenly he heard the Hooks return. Way too early… Now he had only seconds left. The thief flipped a card out of his sleeve into his hand and instantly started to twirl it between his fingers. He felt the familiar pressure building up within the back of his head.
In the blink of an eye he wasn't standing in that alley any more but in a storehouse filled to the rim with foreign treasures, gold, gemstones and everything valuable someone could possibly imagine.
Damn, I'm good!
A smug grin built on his face when he inspected his environment more careful in the dim light. He saw paintings which might come from Freljord, sculptures propably produced in Ionia, weapons most likely forged in Demacia and Noxus, high-tech stuff from Piltover and he could see some yordle-sized objects as well. Actually he found treasures from all around Runeterra.
Luckily he was well informed by his employer. He found the chest straight away. The cap creaked silently when he opened the tiny but exquisitely decorated box. In the box was an ornamented dagger laying on a crimson, silken underground.
The thief was about to take the dagger out of it's depository when he heard a very well known, alarming sound right behind him. He froze in his movement.
CHH-CHUNK
Next he heard was a deep, well known voice: "TF, it's been a long time."