T'ophil was walking out of the city of Whiterun, a bag of septims and throwing it up and then catching it. "Another job well done T'ophil." He complimented himself. He has hidden in his cloak so no one would recognize the armor he wore. None of the guards tried to arrest him so that was good. Once he was a good distance from Whiterun, he mounted his horse and headed straight for Riften to rest and get another job.