The market was busy. Very busy. There were men and women yelling out the prices for all to hear, women were buying groceries for their families, and men stood around talking about their latest purchases. This was the one place in London that you could find all walks of life: rich, poor, dirty, clean, proper, prostitute, dead, alive. You could find anyone and everyone at the market on a busy afternoon like this one, which is what made it such an easy spot to lift a few pounds. The day began with a quick sweep of the shops -- knowing what shop was where was pinnacle to Eldon's success. The higher quality shops would attract the wealthier patrons. Once his initial sweep was finished, Eldon slipped into a shadowy alley and waited. As the day went on, more and more people filled the market area. And, of course, as more and more people arrived, more and more coin purses Eldon borrowed. One purse, two purses, three purses... he picked and grabbed whatever he could see. Eldon could take the glasses from a man's face without him noticing. Once he was satisfied with his collection, he retreated to his alleyway to count his score. The angry cries of his targets could be heard as they began to notice their missing belongings. Eldon sighed heavily as he emptied the final coin purse onto the ground in front of him. “What is it with all these ‘igh and mighty a-wrist-two-crats carryin’ nothin’ but a few shillin’s?” He angrily threw the cloth pouch aside and picked his earnings off the pavement. He had lifted at least twenty purses today, and had barely collected enough to eat. He was going to need to do better if he was going to pay Nikolaj’s gang back and get them off his back. The alleyway Eldon chose to hide in had begun to pick up traffic, and he decided to leave quickly before someone noticed him. He stood, brushing the dirt away from his trousers, and caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby window. The man’s brown hair fell down his forehead, and waved around to the side of his face. Once his hair reached his jaw, it curled back up ever so slightly. The rest of his hair was kept in a messy pony tail. Thankfully, he had lifted a nice shaving blade from a chap a few weeks prior, and was able to keep his beard trimmed and cleaned. If his skin wasn’t so rough, and his clothes so tattered, perhaps someone could mistake him for royalty. Since he was a little boy, Eldon has had to learn to fend for himself. He didn’t tragically lose his parents or live in an orphanage, he just saw the way the world truly was from a young age. Either have money, or die early. And Eldon, even as a small child, knew that he wasn’t going to die early. When he was twelve, Eldon ran away from his parents. They weren’t terrible people, but they were definitely terrible parents. Half the time, Eldon believed they forgot they had a child. Once free and on his own, Eldon began collecting the money he knew he needed. A thief was born that day – one of the greatest thief’s London would ever know. The streets were bustling, and Eldon’s eyes began to scan the crowd. As his mind was focused on other things, Eldon nearly missed one of the nicest dressed fellows he had seen in a while. A simple bump and grab wouldn’t be possible for this one. While most idiots wore their purses on their hip, the wealthier always kept their’s in a coat or pocket. They usually had more to hide, and Eldon could tell his new target had plenty. Between Eldon and his new target, there were at least fifty bodies. Though most would find it difficult to traverse such a thick crowd, Eldon slipped and turned between bodies as if he was performing a dance he had practiced for years. Within minutes, he was a few steps behind his target. He didn’t notice any bodyguards, and he knew this job would be quick and clean. Upon closer inspection, Eldon almost changed his mind. The man was… very handsome. He quickly shook his head before forcing himself to focus. What does it matter if another man is handsome? “Excuse me, sir.” Eldon called. His accent was usually quite rough, but he could easily fake the accent that the wealthy used. “I do believe I should carry that for you.” Eldon stepped around the man before he had a chance to turn around and sent his elbow into the man’s stomach. While he was bent over, Eldon reached into the stranger’s coat and grabbed the first item he found. He spun on his heels and ran. He could already hear the whistles being blown, announcing that an officer was to join the chase. No bother. There hasn’t been anyone Eldon couldn’t outrun. Not yet, anyways.