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"All right..."<br />

Annah put me through the paces. At the end <strong>of</strong> a short while, she <strong>to</strong>ok a<br />

step back and nodded, impressed. "Aye, yeh've got the hang <strong>of</strong> it. Quick <strong>to</strong><br />

catch on, yeh are. 'A course that's only th' <strong>be</strong>ginnin'. There are four skills any<br />

good cutpurse needs ta know..."<br />

"Stealth, lockpicking, pickpocketing, and finding traps, right?"<br />

She nodded, "Aye. Yeh got the basics <strong>do</strong>wn, I'll give yeh that. We can <strong>be</strong>gin<br />

with vanishin' from sight. 'Tis me specialty." Her lip curled in<strong>to</strong> a crooked<br />

grin.<br />

"I gathered."<br />

"Aye, well, the trick <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong>ing <strong>not</strong>-seen is knowing where yeh are and how<br />

quick yeh can <strong>be</strong>come PART <strong>of</strong> where yeh are. There's some tricks I've<br />

learned - one is tae hide in a place where someone's <strong>not</strong> expectin' <strong>to</strong> look -<br />

like on the ceiling <strong>of</strong> a room -- or even change yer hiding place when they're<br />

lookin' for yeh..." She smiled wickedly. "There was one time I was hidin'<br />

from this brace <strong>of</strong> hardheads... the 'law'... an' what I did was..."<br />

We went through the motions as she <strong>to</strong>ld her tales, ducking <strong>be</strong>hind sha<strong>do</strong>ws<br />

<strong>of</strong> old pillars, pausing <strong>be</strong>tween one dash <strong>to</strong> a<strong>not</strong>her. We even put it <strong>to</strong> the<br />

test... prowling quietly from sha<strong>do</strong>w <strong>to</strong> sha<strong>do</strong>w as the Harmonium passed<br />

by, their clanking armor distraction enough from any s<strong>of</strong>t-shoed padding<br />

about we would've made.<br />

Annah continued as we leaned against the wall <strong>of</strong> the Civic Festhall. The<br />

s<strong>to</strong>ne was strangely warm against my back even as the still night air pecked<br />

at my skin with cold, "...an' so, there the hardhead was, face <strong>do</strong>wn in ditch<br />

water, his breeches gone, and the rest <strong>of</strong> his three fellas locked in the<br />

great-grandam's room, with her howling <strong>to</strong> the skies." Annah takes a breath.<br />

"An' there yeh are. If yeh can put the same thing <strong>to</strong> good use, it might help<br />

yeh hide when yeh really need <strong>to</strong>."<br />

"So let's see: <strong>be</strong> sure <strong>to</strong> fall back <strong>to</strong> places you know well, preferably in<br />

surrounding where there are other distractions - and if there aren't any,<br />

make some."<br />

She nodded. "Aye, that's the dark <strong>of</strong> it. Now, on ta lockpickin'. Pickin' at<br />

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