hunting for silver

The amber thief of Feinfall could not halt his pilfering with only a single success under his belt. Amber, silver, jewels, brass... Nothing was beneath the sleek Fox's gaze. Everyone was a target, and everything was fair game.

Never mind the accusations weighing down his shoulders. Never mind that he might have been brouth to punishment for his thievery. never mind that the penalty could be death if the council considered how many items of worth he had stolen since he lost his sister two months before--but he hadn't learned enough of Emalia's trade to take her place as an honest craftsman of baubles and trinkets to sell to the wealthy people of other cities and towns.

No. Never mind all that. He was a Fox, and what is ever honest about the wily ways of their kind? His kind. No. Better to be who he was, and to be the best he could possibly be at that.

The amber buyer had been very pleased with his purchase. He didn't need anything specific quite yet, so that left the choosing up to the thief. He had his favorites of course, and a list of places and items easily picked. The next stop would be for silver, and Fox knew just where to find a nice set of burnished armlets.