Lunamor

Eza followed the lucky person into their room. Peeking outside to make sure no one was watching them, she then ran over to the table to proudly dump out one of her bags. An assortment of bracelets, necklaces, rings, and other bits of jewelry spilled out. Some were just little worthless trinkets, but there were more than enough valuable items to make up for it. There were also a few coin purses. Normally she didn’t steal those, but she was supposed to get stuff worth lots of money. ”Your clover was really lucky! There was this lady who dropped her purse, which was pretty funny, and a man who kept sneezing, and this really angry cat, and…” Eza rattled on for a while, excited to finally be able to talk to someone about her thievery. ”What’s your name? I’m Eza.”

I’ll fix that, thanks!

Ok, thank you!

@Ookla the Windwhisperer, does Perses have visible hemalurgic spikes in his eyes?

Eza stashed the clover, wondering how it could help, and watched them leave. Then she grinned. She darted through the crowd and headed to Mistkeep. There were a bunch of rich people there who had a bunch of things they didn't really need. It was risky over there; the guards had a bigger presence to prevent people like her from skulking around. But they had the best stuff, and she was supposed to get a lot of it. Walking through Mistkeep, Eza intently stared at those around her. She wanted to conserve her iron and would need to rely on her sight to spot shiny things. A woman passed by, and Eza noticed that she was wearing a bracelet and rings. She stalked her for a while and tried to stay ahead of her in the crowd. Finally, the woman raised her hand to brush away a lock of hair. While her arm was outstretched, Eza pulled off her bracelet then rings in quick succession and started to bolt. She heard the woman gasp, and risked a glance behind her to see if she had noticed. But the woman's purse had fallen, spilling its contents all over. She was distracted and hadn't realized that her jewelry was gone. Eza took the opportunity to pull a bag of coin from the mess and silently left. Huh. That was pretty lucky. She took out the clover and smiled. Several hours later, Eza approached the Coppercloud Inn. She paused briefly at the door. She wasn't used to going inside places like that. But that lucky person had promised they'd give her shiny things. Eza stepped inside, and looked around for her new friend.

Eza’s eyes darted around the crowd. Had anyone else seen her steal the brooch? She’d been sloppy. She should have been more careful. But no one was glancing her direction, so she was probably safe for now. She looked back to the stranger. They were being nice to her. That was weird. But if they’d been one of the bad people, she’d be dead already. And they were offering shiny things… She hesitantly pushed back her hood so she could read their face better. “Help how?”

I wonder if you can get a notification by tagging yourself? @Lunamor Edit: Nope!

Something flashed in the corner of Eza’s eye. A coin was soaring through the air. She instantly focused on it, eyes widening. Another shiny, so quickly? She dashed underneath it. The timing had to be perfect, lest she accidentally hit a passerby with it. Waiting for just the right moment, she burned her iron and pulled it into her hand. Gleefully, Eza held up the coin, admiring how the light reflected off of it. She spotted someone right behind it. Had they thrown the coin? Somehow, she felt that they had. Maybe they had more pretty things. They were just throwing them up in the air, after all. Cautiously, Eza approached them. ”Why’d you throw that?” Immediately, she cringed. Why had she said that? This person was dressed well. She shouldn’t be talking to them. She shouldn’t be talking to anyone.

Then you’d be a polite loser.

Eza wandered through the streets of the Mistwarrens, eyes intently scanning her surroundings. She was looking for bad things and good things. The bad things didn’t seem to be following her. Of course, they were hard to spot. The strangers wouldn’t have been able to keep up with her all of these years if they were that incompetent. She pulled her hood up further just in case. Her rusting scar made being inconspicuous difficult at times. But she wasn’t as out of place here than anywhere else she had been before. People here were weird. Looked and acted strange. Those people with the long eyebrows, they were super weird. What were they called, the Thylan? She wasn’t having much luck finding good things, either. The Mistwarrens wasn’t the richest of areas. Hardly anyone had anything good, and those that did seemed to need it more than Eza did. Reluctantly, she downed a bottle with little flakes of a dull grey metal. Then, she burned that iron now in her stomach. Blue lines shot out from her, a jumbled mess stretching every which way. Some moved, following the people on the street. Others were stationary, metal fixtures on buildings drawing thick lines. She spotted a cluster of many thin lines. There. The cluster led to an outdoor merchant’s shop. There were tables bearing jewelry piled in heaps, most of which looked beautiful from afar but was cheap and of poor quality upon closer inspection. Bits and pieces were missing from each item, most scuffed and chipped. What drew Eza’s attention was a brooch resting on a table near the center. It was covered in gaudy rhinestone crystals, not a single surface on its top left uncovered. Most would consider it garish. Even in the flickering lantern light, it cast little rainbows on the walls. She could never wear something so flashy lest she be spotted. It was perfect. Eza silently crept forwards and stood near the shop, facing away from it. She held her hand behind her back and tugged on the blue line connected to the brooch. She was careful to use just enough iron to avoid making noise, as Mother had taught her. It shot right into her hand, and she quickly pocketed it without turning around. @Ookla of whimsy

“Um… sure?” What strange tactics was this man using? Some sort of psychological trickery? Lunamor refilled his stew, taking care to follow proper sanitary protocols, and handed it back to him cautiously.

Lunamor thought for a moment. “Stew of the day… I will bring him.” Lunamor shuffled off to the kitchen and retrieved some simple soup. He made certain there was nothing odd about or in it. He handed it to the “not inspector”.

Sounds great, thanks!

Hello! The Way of Kings is very slow in the beginning, but definitely worth it. Is it your first Sanderson book? It can be a rough one to start with.

Lunamor curses up a storm in Unkalaki. He grabs the man and slings him over his shoulder, trekking to the nearest Edgedancer clinic. He dumps him on the nearest empty bed. ”This man, he’s dead. I do not know him.” Lunamor then turns around and makes his way back to the restaurant without another word. Lunamor walks back in and starts cursing again, quieter this time. ”Welcome. What do you want today?” His tone is completely flat.

“Not again!” Lunamor goes up to the apparently dead man and pokes him with a spatula. “@Canada Lover, please get this man to a table. This guy, I think he is dead?” Lunamor poked him with the spatula again.

@Ookla of whimsy, if you’re still good with having Asylum run into Eza, please let me know when I should start it off. I think for now I’m going to hold off because Asylum seems busy right now.

Granted. Now every single math equation you do incorrectly adds up to 48, no matter what. I wish for mosquitoes to stop biting me.

Mraize (technically a title and not a name but eh)

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That’s helpful, thank you!

Every time I listen to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, I’m reminded that Rudolph has fake friends. They only accept him once he becomes useful to Santa and cool. I feel very strongly about this.

Ingun Black-Briar (Skyrim)