Beleth is quite aware that she is well and truly fucked.
She's no master pickpocket at the best of times, it's not a skill she's really ever needed. And mind foggy with alcohol and smoke, she's definitely not at the top of her game. It would be wise to pass, and take one shot as punishment, rather than attempt a doomed task and drink five.
But just like she's past pocket picking, she's also past wisdom.
"I'm a scout, not a thief," She protests with an annoyed look. "I don't steal." That's a lie, Beleth has stolen plenty, but none of it involved what the person currently had on them. "But I accept, anyway, since this isn't stealing. And I'll give back whatever I take." Terrible decision firmly made, Beleth gives a nod, then begins to mull over who she'll pick.
"Ser Coupe." She gestures to the woman. In case Wren couldn't figure out she was talking to her. "Why are you always so angry all the time? I've never seen you smile--wait, I take it back. I'm giving you the task to smile." She nods, looking quite pleased to have stumbled across this absolutely fantastic idea. And speaking of yet more fantastic ideas...
While she waits for Wren's response, Beleth slowly, sneakily (or not) begins edging closer to Myr, her face a look of perfect innocence. Once she reaches the other elf, she leans over to whisper to him. "Shhh. Myr. Myr, I'm going to steal you. No one will know." Because he's blind, get it? Perfect sense.
And then, warning giving, Beleth hops up, and attempts to scoop Myr up into her arms, to whisk him away...somewhere else? She's not sure, and she never has to find out, because while she manages to pull him up, she's promptly thrown off balance trying to carry the extra weight of another elf, and promptly falls back into the mattresses.
She doesn't seem to mind suddenly dissolving into a pile of elf, though, judging from her delighted laughter. "Ha! I was so close. Super close."
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She's no master pickpocket at the best of times, it's not a skill she's really ever needed. And mind foggy with alcohol and smoke, she's definitely not at the top of her game. It would be wise to pass, and take one shot as punishment, rather than attempt a doomed task and drink five.
But just like she's past pocket picking, she's also past wisdom.
"I'm a scout, not a thief," She protests with an annoyed look. "I don't steal." That's a lie, Beleth has stolen plenty, but none of it involved what the person currently had on them. "But I accept, anyway, since this isn't stealing. And I'll give back whatever I take." Terrible decision firmly made, Beleth gives a nod, then begins to mull over who she'll pick.
"Ser Coupe." She gestures to the woman. In case Wren couldn't figure out she was talking to her. "Why are you always so angry all the time? I've never seen you smile--wait, I take it back. I'm giving you the task to smile." She nods, looking quite pleased to have stumbled across this absolutely fantastic idea. And speaking of yet more fantastic ideas...
While she waits for Wren's response, Beleth slowly, sneakily (or not) begins edging closer to Myr, her face a look of perfect innocence. Once she reaches the other elf, she leans over to whisper to him. "Shhh. Myr. Myr, I'm going to steal you. No one will know." Because he's blind, get it? Perfect sense.
And then, warning giving, Beleth hops up, and attempts to scoop Myr up into her arms, to whisk him away...somewhere else? She's not sure, and she never has to find out, because while she manages to pull him up, she's promptly thrown off balance trying to carry the extra weight of another elf, and promptly falls back into the mattresses.
She doesn't seem to mind suddenly dissolving into a pile of elf, though, judging from her delighted laughter. "Ha! I was so close. Super close."