The light from the street lamps filtered in lightly through the bedroom window, casting a silhouette on Anton as he quietly slipped some gold into his coat pockets. The Mage in question, a rather repulsing, fat thing, laid on his bed sleeping. Anton recognized the man, from his days in the Rune Knights. He had been a new recruit, just like himself. Though while Antonnfailed and was kicked out, the lummox had gotten himself a cushy desk position in the guild. Anton remembered the torment he and his friends had heaped on him all those years ago, and thus had no remorse about robbing this miserable excuse of a man.
His mask firmly fixed on his face, Anton took one last glance at the snoring mage before quietly heading to the window. He silently opened it and slipped out, the man's room on the second level of the building. It was the middle of the night, so Anton was sure nobody would see him. He slipped down to the side of the building, and once on the ground slipped into a nearby alley. Only when he was out of sight did he removed the mask, every ounce of confidence facing as he let out a small sigh.