Napping on a park bench in Oak, Zane quickly realized that this town was full of thugs who would not think twice about pulling a wallet from a sleeping man's pocket. Exhaling in relief as he realized the money he had just saved himself, Zane walked forwards toward a nearby shop. Jason's deluxe spices. It seemed to be some sort of shop dedicated to the selling of rare and expensive spices that were often used in only the best examples of fine Fiorian cuisine. Seemed interesting enough.
Being a cook himself, Zane was impressed as he admired the spices in the halls of the shop. There were many others in the store, all folk that looked much richer than Zane. It was probably true too - looking at the prices, he'd most likely lose all of his savings just to get a couple grams of any of the items in the store. His hand touched on one of the spices encased in a glass tube, sighing. It was as if he was a maiden in a play, forced to have her love interest so far away that she felt like his face would never yet again be in her hands. Zane quickly realized he actually didn't want these spices that bad, pulling his hand back.
That was enough window shopping for now. Nearing the exit to the store, Zane reached in his pocket for his notebook, only to find something else was missing. It was his wallet. Somehow, someway, he had gotten his wallet snatched while in the spice shop. He was certain he had it on him when he entered. There was a bell on the door that rung each time it was opened, and he had not heard it ring since he got in here. That could only mean one thing...
Moving towards the exit door and covering it, Zane held his hands towards his mouth and raised his voice. He had gotten sick of this city already, with it's many crooks and scoundrels. They were all rascals, every last one of them Rascals, with no respect for mages!
"I know one of you is a thief, so you better come ahead and give me back my wallet! I'm not coming outta here until I get it back!" he said, as the employee at the till seemed to be unphased, napping her shift away. Zane couldn't blame her. If he had to work at an expensive spice shop and deal with rich snobs 24/7, he'd probably need a hell of a nap too. Zane certainly wanted a nap right now as well... but the wallet had to come first.