Blade landed on his balcony, just returning from a night job. Apparently a thief had been targeting a particular stall for about a week now and the owner had finally given up on catching the thief by himself. The job had been far easier than expected as it turned out the thief was just some kid who could run faster than the owner. He had actually taken it easy on the kid, not because it was a child but because he was slightly reminded of himself at that age, and it just now occurred to him that it was very possible that it hadn't actually been a child, just one of the races that weren't as tall as the others or aged slowly. Mentally cursing himself for his potential blunder he entered his room and took out his payment, a green gem about the size of his hand, and put it in a hidden chest for storage. He didn't like having more money than he could carry and selling that would definitely put him over. Still not tired in the slightest he decided he would visit the market place. If he was lucky he'd run into the kid and be able to confirm his age, besides he needed to spend his money on something. Stockpiling it wouldn't be doing him any favors anytime soon.