[Watson Spellsear][Session 1 - Level 1][Part 1]

[Watson Spellsear] made his way through the city-state of Dweomerstar. The city streets, lit by lanterns in the midst of the night, gave way to a large courtyard before a large villa that was lit by several magical orbs of golden light. On the wind were the sounds of laughter and the merriment of a raging party. There should be a fair amount of revelers inside, and as he approached he spotted a line of well-dressed individuals leading out of the front door.

Watson himself had messy blonde hair, green eyes, and inhumanly flawless skin of a fair complexion. The man wore loose fitting but incredibly regal clothes. They hid a more beat up coat underneath and on close inspection his black shoes were worn ragged.

He carefully stepped into the back of the line as one of the party goers looked back at him. He flashed a dazzling smile up at them. Most people were taller than Watson, but that never swayed his confidence.

The line moved slowly, but eventually Watson found himself at the doors. There were four guards standing watch as two servants were checking those that entered. Some were patted down, others were simply allowed through if they were of high enough standing, and many had to leave belongings in a large room by the entrance.

As Watson got closer a third servant arrived. He relieved one of the two doing the checks and began doing his job. Watson approached him and the man waved a hand upwards.

“Raise your arms, I’m going to make sure you aren’t packing.” The servant said.

He patted underneath Watson’s arms, finding his daggers, he moved down to his belt finding a few scrolls, and then checked Watson’s boots. There were small vials lining the inside of his boots.

“You're good to go in. Lord Talis is in the Atrium entertaining guests if you’d like to speak to him.” The servant said.

“Thank you sir.” Watson shook his hand and the servant passed a small paper to him.

Watson slipped the paper in his pocket before continuing into the estate. There are two more guards in the entryway, but the crowd is moving further inside. He follows the flow of those around him, taking a lazy approach to blending in, as he takes in his surroundings.

Through the first archway he could see the hallway continued. On his left was a gift shop full of the nobles who had traveled quite some distance. On his right was an altar room with a shrine to the Champions of Light. A couple of coins shimmered on the offering plate in front of the shrine.

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Watson’s eyes twinkled as he slipped into the shrine room. He walked straight towards the altar, looked over his shoulder to see no one had followed, before he began to pocket the silver and gold coins.

“Oh Champions. Thank you for saving the world. I live in such bliss and I get to grow fat and stupid at these parties.” Watson said under his breath.

He plucked the last coin before turning around. A child stood behind him, wearing regal clothing, a vest with purple adornments, but his eyes were a shimmering gold with square pupils. Watson recoiled slightly at the unsettling sight.

“Did you just pray to be fat?” The boy asked.

He asked in such a way that it ensured Watson in the fact this was a child before him. A child who might not have understood that the man before him was stealing.

“It’s better than starving. You have to remember there are those less fortunate than you, so you better take advantage of whatever you are given.” Watson smiled at the child before walking past him. “Go find your parents.”

Watson walked out of the altar room and continued further into the party. He could feel coins rubbing together in a secret pouch in his vest. The feeling filled him with unrivaled joy.

Watson walked through another large room, with three guards standing around, and he wasted no time crossing into the next area. Passing under a second arch the man saw a room on his left with a large dining table and tens of chairs. On his right was a large library. Curiosity for the books wedged its way into Watson’s brain, but his lust for books was not as powerful as his greed.

The man walked under one more arch in the long hallway, finally entering the Atrium, he was overwhelmed by the number of people. The room was packed with revelers, drinks were being passed around, and servers were desperately trying to pass out appetizers and keep the place clean.

A rotund noble with a frilly blue jacket stepped next to Watson. The man was only a few inches shorter than Watson, which greatly surprised the thief, as he was usually the shortest next to other humans and elves.

“So how far did you travel to reach this miserable party?” The man asked.

“Well my father’s estate is only six days away, by carriage, so just from the borders of Endrea.” Watson lied with practiced ease.

“Hmm, what estate was that?” The lord looked up at Watson inquisitively.

“You might not have heard the name, but Alerias Raytheon is my father.” Watson replied.

“I heard he had a half-elf boy, guess that's you?” The noble rubbed his chin. “Wasn’t his son supposed to be younger?”

“Hah, yeah, as an elf you can imagine he still thinks of me as a toddler.” Watson smiled brightly.

“Ohoho, of course. That must be rough having a dad that's a few hundred years old.” The man replied.

A woman raised a wine glass in their direction. The man raised his glass in return.

“Sorry, my lady is calling me.” He said before leaving Watson.

Watson let out a sigh of relief as the man left him alone. Too many interactions would give him away. His cover won’t be able to save him for long. After all, he’s robbing his half-brother.