Blending in at a tavern while also working at the senate don't appear to be things that go hand in hand, especially after all his public escapades to support his cause. Wrathion decides, therefore, that the more direct thievery route is the way to go. Tampering with one of these news shouter's boxes is an offence, but that doesn't stop him.
Wrathion has more than luck on his side.
It's dark when they head out. He waits in the shadows for his opening, patient, when at last the small group of children arrive. Just as planned, they erupt into a noisy argument over who stole from who. Perhaps employing orphans constantly in his schemes isn't, in truth, the best of things but it keeps them busy. Busy, and in coin!
"Keep an eye out," Wrathion murmurs, and slips forward in the darkness to begin wrestling with the box. Hopefully, the distraction keeps eyes off them, but it isn't guaranteed to hold everyone's attention.
THE PROSCRIPTIONS
Wrathion has more than luck on his side.
It's dark when they head out. He waits in the shadows for his opening, patient, when at last the small group of children arrive. Just as planned, they erupt into a noisy argument over who stole from who. Perhaps employing orphans constantly in his schemes isn't, in truth, the best of things but it keeps them busy. Busy, and in coin!
"Keep an eye out," Wrathion murmurs, and slips forward in the darkness to begin wrestling with the box. Hopefully, the distraction keeps eyes off them, but it isn't guaranteed to hold everyone's attention.