Keaton was enjoying her pint of dark brown ale. Another fine day's work~ She sat for maybe a few minutes more, quaffed the rest of her drink, and prepared to pick up the bag-------
The bag didn't clink with the familiarity of coin.
like it was full of rocks.
"What the...." she opened the bag. And sure enough, rocks. Dull, lifeless, worthless rocks. Anger roiled inside her. That no good.... dirty rotten..... THIEF! she growled to herself, shoving the rocks to the side and walking out the door. The Irondawn would have her hide if she didn't get either something of value or the coins themselves. She stormed out of the alleyway and rummaged around in her things. She had about three quarters of the money already. "Guess I'll have to snag the rest.... but if I catch that guy again.... he's dead." she muttered as she stole through the crowded streets, cutting coin purses and picking pockets expertly until she had enough. With that, she snuck through the backalleys until she came to dead end. She found the familiar shape of a dark red stone flecked with gold. She tapped it thrice, then pushed, and the brick gave way to a path that she stole inside, waiting until it closed before continuing down the way to the Irondawn's main hideout. She saw her boss standing at the center, arms folded.
"Well what? Here's the pay." She tossed the coinbag to the boss. "Not the original guy's pay. Had to make some up. Some other thief cornered me before I made it there, but I'd gotten away and made the trade with our client. That other thief must have followed me and made the switch. Had to do some extra thievin to make up what I woulda lost, but the Guild still got its cut." she said gruffly. With that, she continued to the barracks and headed toward her room to take a nap.