It had become largely routine, as well as knowing just what had been going on with the people, even the actors who were in the scheme of the show that played in her mind, insignificant. The dock workers, the lazy overseers who were otherwise just done with showing any sort of care towards the matter, and the occasional dock worker who had finally had enough and decided to take matters into their own hand. It was often the small things that grabbed Vyra’s attention, even with things being as slow as it was now, there was no reason to not taking things seriously, or at the least, that she intended on watching and seeing play out
Nothing particularly special about this engagement, nothing that screamed that of an orchestrated plot like how she had sometimes seen a shakedown like this go down. No mastermind to a large group, if anything nothing more than a lone worker going rogue, hoping to take advantage of this slow day to seize what he may have believed to have been his. Vyra watched, this lone figure making his way towards one of the crates that remained on the pier, cracking open the lid of it, hardly with the elegance of someone who had done this before, hastily and making little effort to hide his endeavors. As pieces of gargabe were thrown about to the ground, it drew finally the attention of the guard who had otherwise been ignoring what was going on.
Vyra at this point had opted to make her way towards what was going on, not for the sake of being involved, but as she had come to learn of from first-hand experience, the right moment during one of these confrontations often meant she stood to walk out of there with something in her favor. As she made her way towards the confrontation that was about to take place, hardly making an effort either to conceal herself, she watched as the man and guard began a small fight, which seemed like two figures who hardly were capable or knew how to fight trying to outmatch the other. At some point, seeming to go at pace with Vyra’s step, the guard was eventually gotten the better of, being thrown into the cold water of the pier while the rookie thief celebrated his victory over him, ignorant towards Vyra who was now behind him. A simple push was all that was required to also send the man into the water, the suddenness of it enough for neither he nor the guard within the water to notice Vyra’s presence or action. With both of them having fallen in the water, Vyra helped herself to what was in the crate that the man had hoped to rob, somewhat disappointed to see little more than a few bedroom items. Some lamps, other miscellaneous items that did not have huge value one way or the other. Eventually Vyra settled on a small glass orb, a table arrangement more than anything else, as her prize. Taking the item and putting it within a small bag that she had with her, Vyra departed before anyone hoped to identify herself.
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