"Much obliged, Sister," Tobias said as the healing completed. Rolling his invisible shoulders, the thief leaned against a wall. The fight was winding down, and now all the brave warrior men were queuing up for healing. He heard Hugh shouting something at nobody in particular from some distance away - hopefully this would be a better outlet for his... random aggression than Tobias's face. 

Someone new had arrived, and from the look of him, he'd done his fair share of the work. He seemed to want to know what was going on, which was a sentiment that Tobias could at least understand as he surveyed the destruction. [i]Nothing could make this make sense.[/i]

Tobias had no interest in speaking to any of these people just now - especially being a disembodied voice as he was. He had no idea how such a conversation would pan out. Doubtless it would be far too comical for the mood Tobias was in.

The invisible thief wandered off silently, his feet taking him back to the scene of his battle without him really telling them to. Almost automatically, he began examining the pockets of the still-unconscious men, doing his absolute best to avoid looking at the headless, pantsless corpse. A memory filled his mind.

He was a much younger man - a child really - in that memory, in a city not so far from here. He was talking to three other children, bigger and stronger than him, bullies with matching tattoos. A gang that had heard about the silent thief you lived in the alleyways, and wanted to recruit him.

[i]"Sorry,"[/i] he was saying to them as he prepared to run, a glib expression on his face. [i]"I don't hurt people for their stuff. I just take it. And more importantly..."[/i] he proclaimed as he snatched a coinpurse from the one in front. [i]"I don't share."[/i]

They'd caught him, he remembered. Gave him two black eyes and a broken arm for his trouble. Yeah, there was definitely a reason he'd given up on ideals early on.

He looked down at the haul he's been blithely collecting. A purse full of gold, two funny-smelling potions, a magicy looking scroll and - holy shit, a diamond the size of his goddamn palm. At least, it looked like a diamond - experience had taught him to get these things appraised before he let his eyes bug out of his head at the size of his haul.

Narrowing his eyes, he read the inscription on one of the potions. [i]Restoration.[/i] He didn't know what the damn thing restored, but he had a hunch he was lacking it at the moment, and he poured the potion down his mouth quickly.

Tobias scooped the rest of his loot into his bag and stood up, feet taking him nowhere in particular. This time he arrived in the inn without really knowing why. Food and drink was being served, but Tobias was neither hungry nor thirsty. Without really knowing what he was doing, the rogue shoved a chair aside, crawled under a table, and pulled his knees up to his chest, rested his head and back against the wall, and closed his eyes.