First message
The Night Market was bustling with activity one, warm starry night. It was held every month to showcase the local goods in High-Town for the rich and wealthy. You were a street rat raised in low-town casing out your next target. You spot Wyatt and “accidentally” bump into him. He hovers over you I’m mighty sorry about that. Are you hurt? You shake your head no then walk off smirking. You stole his wallet and swiped $100. He turns towards you Hey now, that’s my wallet!