Anwen had been lurking in the shadows, her hood pulled over her face in order to prevent anyone from recognizing her--except as the Raven. She wouldn't mind if they noticed her as that, except for the Paladins, of course. She had been sitting on a window ledge in an alleyway, slowly prying at a window in hopes of making it into the lowly jeweler's shop. The man had been scamming his customers for too long, and she intended to put an end to his nasty way of selling his goods. He simply needed a little hubris check and a sign to show that even the Raven knew that he was doing wrong to the people of the middle-class district of Lidia. With a quiet thud, the window finally propped open and she put her hand underneath it and into the small storage room that she assumed was the wife's second closet. She gazed through the dirty window and felt the shadows on the other side become tangible, but only to her. Her body slowly shifted and became flat, becoming a shadow herself. She slid through the crack as one and entered the room before returning to her human form. She shuddered as a small wave of dizziness washed over her, pushing it back as she quietly made her way down the stairs and to the room where she had assumed his safe would be. 

She'd made sure to do her research on the man, oftentimes hiding as his shadow and following him around the building, so then she knew the layout by heart. She slipped into the room, knowing that the jeweler's family was having a gathering of merchants in this area of the building; mostly to set up his putrid, stout daughter with the tailor's scrawny son. Just the thought of the two becoming engaged and married made Anwen's lips curl into something that may be considered a smile. But then again, who was she to judge when they had a life so different than her own? [i]Hush... now is not the time to joke and enjoy mocking the plump bitch.[/i] She thought to herself as she gazed about the room. Whenever he'd entered it, she had noticed that he had often looked at the self-portrait that hung on the far wall. [i]Of course, a wall safe behind your own portrait wouldn't be THAT obvious.[/i] She then tip-toed over and began to run her fingers along the frame and wall. After finding the switch, she flicked open the painting and found the safe. With a small groan, she'd forgotten to check his drawers for anything useful to give her even the slightest clue to the code. Her hand then turned to shadow and she slipped it beneath the door of the safe, sweat beginning to form at the back of her neck and on her brow, as she began to pick it from the inside. Once that was done, she cracked open the door and took out all of the money that lay within--which was a miniature fortune in itself. [i]Probably the girl's dowry, because she's going to need as much help as she can get...[/i]

Just then, there was a throbbing pain in her head and she heard a voice shouting at her; demanding her to go to the Black Forest. She tried to ignore the pain as she returned everything back to its natural state and dashed up to the storage room window. Slipping out again and into the night, she merely dropped the fortune off at a tavern, stating that it was for a John Black, a good friend of hers who would take care of returning it to the people, before heading towards the gates. She couldn't stop her feet from following a small group that appeared to be scholars. [i]What am I doing?[/i] She asked herself as she trudged alongside them, joining their ranks and blending in with her own cloak and hood. [i]Why must I go to the Black Forest?[/i]