In the morning Saniel spent his last few coins on a small breakfast in the "Salty Mug" and it was clear that he had to earn some coin pretty soon. Now, you can't pin a letter on the city hall "Experienced spellcaster is looking for decent work" , for even in the colonies there always could be some templers around and you don't want to do slave work in a high security prison in the south after all. Therefore the young mage had to become a bit more creative.
His first thought was with the local bank, but that wasn't a project he could handle on his own. Therefore Saniel took a stroll through the city, looking for possible targets. First it was time for some preperation. He stopped in a dark corner, took some loamy mud from the ground and casted
Clay Mask. Now, he was no artist, but he did have swift fingers. He altered his face just little bit, but enough to make it impossible to be recognized by normal means.
Now where to get some gold? Saniel made his way through the harbor and first spent some thoughts about braking into the harbour master's office. However, his attention was drawn to the other side of the street, where a well dressed merchant was leaving the carpenter's workshop, obviously looking satisfied. The merchants money bag was dangling at the right side of his belt, but the man always had his hand on it. While the target was walking down the street Saniel took a quick look around, approached the merchant from behind and casted
Flea pact on the man's left hand. As soon as the merchant took his right hand from the bag in order to scratch himself, Saniel closed in from behind and with a swift movement cut the bag from the belt. After that the young spellcaster quickly turned away in order to vanish into one of the small alleys, leading further into town.
