As it grew darker, the rain increased. Zuno was soaked to the skin. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep in this filthy alley. He sighs. He'd just have to fall back on the old skills he used to get by before figuring out there were easier ways of filling his purse.
Zuno waited in the shadows just outside a raucously loud tavern. Before long, a group of drunks came stumbling out of the door, singing at the top of their lungs. Zuno slipped into the group, throwing an arm over the shoulders of one of the revelers and joins in the singing.
When the group reached a darker spot between the street lamps, Zuno concentrated hard on his drunken companion ( Lesser compulsion ), "VOMIT". As the man leans over and empties his stomach into the street, a deft flick of Zuno's knife lightens the man's belt and Zuno slips off into the shadows again.
Excellent, this nice fat purse will feed and house him for a few nights. Zuno heads back into light and dry warmth of the inn.
