Vallyn watched the robbery from the shadows, seeking for a way to enter the fray. However, their teamwork was close-knit and perfectly in sync. He sighed, noticing that the skirmish was over in little less than a minute (though he knew that it must have seemed like hours to his comrades) and he did not feel the need to involve himself. After all, his skills were not meant for such blatant attention. Sneaking into houses and taking valuables from nobles was his idiom, and causing a commotion in the middle of a street was simply sloppy to him. No tact, no skill... simply flaunting their combative skills just to instill fear and dominance in the corrupt seemed foolish to the shadowy rogue.

As the band of thieves showered the gold unto the poor and their ilk, Vallyn debated about giving into his old habits and simply kill the prince to end the redundancy of the Thieves Guild. As he saw it, they were simply a band of thugs forcing their way into the hearts of the poor and helpless, all for glory and renown, bound solely by the tenants set forth by the late King of Ivek.

"A tragedy it is for us to openly taunt our enemies," he lamented, turning from the scene before him. With powerful, menacing strides, the thief swiftly traveled through the shadows and towards his guildmates, an expression of apathy painted over his otherwise morose face. It did not take him long to find them, and from the ground, he tailed them by giving them a couple of leagues between himself and the band. Not even a guard would notice his presence, and with great willpower did Vallyn abstain from using his blade to kill the guards in cold blood.