With night fast approaching, Anthony was one of the many people near the pubs at Church street. This time, however, he wasn't one of the people drinking and carousing—no, he had better things to do. Such as find some drunkards and rob them blind. Drunk people were always better targets, whether for muggings or things much worse than that. Regardless, he was there on the street, walking down it. Absolutely certain that he is doing an admirable job of feigning being drunk, he looked around subtly for any good targets. There were a great deal of people there, almost too many to choose from.

It was as such, then, that his mind wandered for a bit, and he found himself thinking. Thinking almost sickeningly practical things such as 'look at that one's shoes, must be a rich man' or 'the state of that guy's clothes......disgusting' or other such things that, at first, helped him figure out which person would be a good target but then quickly descended into just being a fun game of trying to figure out what walk of life every single person here is from. But letting down your guard, even for a moment, is not exactlt a good thing to do.

The realization hit him a split-second too late. Though Anthony's head was in the clouds there, he was still a perceptive and skilled man, and a pickpocket would not get the best of him. He was the one supposed to be stealing things! Whipping his head around as soon as he felt something strange, he frowned in a way that would suggest that he was less mad at getting things stolen from him and more mad at the idea of someone stealing from him. "Hey!" he called.