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Little story

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The city is sound asleep. Softly and deeply like a drunk bard after an appropriate night. This quiet is the best for a rogue to take a walk and finde some lost treasure inside the pockets of those who sleeping too carelessly.

Step by step. Stelth is a brush and those who know how to paint with it are real artists. Cremor is young but not a fool. He can use this power and finde the treasures what he want but sometimes he don't know who's pocket is empty or dangerous.

The steet was full with red lanterns what make a low red light. Maybe there was some kind of festival or just a stange decore from the forks. It make a really intimate and disturbing vibe. He can't decide that he like it or it just make him nervous. Light is not a friend of those who want to be unseen but now maybe it bring good luck. In the the dark Cremor saw someone. Someone who is a good pray for now.

He make one step closer to a stranger who sleeping in the corner of the street. Thick black-blue cloak is covered the man from top to toe. It was even hard to tell that he is alive or not. Cremor make one more soundless step ahead to see or hear the breath from pile of clothes. It make him a little jump when the soundless srtanger make a harsh snore.

The man is alive now here is the chance for some take and run befor the guards show up. Cremor make a soft move then take his leave as fast as he can. Just few steps later he take a look for his loot. In his hands it was a little coin made of some dark almost black crystal. It shone with an interesting light in the dark and make him stop. This is that kinde of light what make you obsessed. It was so charming and beautyfull as if to say "You need more." The young tiefling know this feeling very well but never feel it this strog.

But something more stronger make him jump out of this weird trance. Every inch of him is screaming the word "danger" and "run". He put away the coin and make a slow turn. The stranger is gone and a very unpleasant silence take his place in the street.

Cremor start to looking around maybe more worried then he want when a really sweet smell hit his nose. In a blink of an eye the area filled up with a thick mist. The lanters light make the mist red and more misteryus then it was at first. The voice of an old man hit his ears and make them flick.

- Give it back boy... mine... You can't do that this to me... I need that...

The slow voice sound so powerless and sad like a child who lost his toy. Maybe the man feel thet need from the coin too. The hunger what make you lost your minde. Maybe he is insane. For a moment Cremor really thought of giving it back and forget about the cursed coin but something tell him in his minde to keep it. He do not understand the feeling but he make his choice and follow his own rules.

- I could steal it. So it is mine now. -he make a smirk in the mist where he thought the man was standing. Just a moment later he hear his angry shout and sounds of running. He can't see it but hear it and able to bypass and see the tall man. His eyes was full white and his body was abnormally slim, like a dead body without meat and parched just liky a mummy.

The man was slow so he could easily run away but thought about it. What could this strange coin be? It's time to go back the Night Shelter the city of thieves. Maybe someone know more about this thing. But maybe it's not the best idea to bring a coint in a city where it can free its hunger.