(Dammit sorry, forgot about this, here's a little something :|)
After all the commotion had died down, Alex left the alley, quickly, pulling his hood over his head as to not attract any attention. He stayed to the shadows. Stopping whenever he saw someone infront of him. Trying not to act suspicious, as he made his way across the rather large town, it was almost a city, to his house. Well, he called it his house, but he was a squatter. It was in the poorer part of town so no-one cared that much, right next to the sewers, the last owner had been stabbed, or sent to prison, he couldn't remember. As he opened the door dust flew off of it, as he had not been here for a while, he walked over and sat on his straw bed, well, mattress. Inspecting the gold trimmed ring he had stolen.