Translations:Codex: Stolen Goods/3/en

Feren moved cautiously from market stall to market stall, continuously adjusting his cloak to keep the hot desert sun off his skin and the gentle curves of his face. He looked for loose pouches and purses, small trinkets and goods no one would see him take, never staying in one place for long. It would have been another day for the nomadic harpy, but something felt off today, a familiar figure showing up one-too-many times in the vast crowd of the Sa’sesh marketplace.