Chapter 362: Dead men
It was remarkably easy to walk right into people’s rooms when they were completely focused on the melee battles unfolding in the center of the arena. After all, the principal rule thieves followed was the exact same one that magicians did.
Distraction was king.
If you kept someone’s attention on anything but what was actually important, then they wouldn’t even notice you slip articles of their clothing off until they were buck naked.
And there wasn’t any distraction anywhere near as good as a good show. Normally, breaking into rooms of adventurers all jumped up and ready for a high-stakes tournament would probably be a poor idea. They were the exact type of mark that no thief would ever choose if they valued their lives.
But when they were all staring wide-eyed at the competition, trying to glean even the smallest advantage for a future fight, it was remarkably easy for Reya to stride straight through the walls of the fighters’ quarters and scan over the combatants.
According to Arwin, Arnold wasn’t in the fight right now. That meant he had to be in one of the groups watching — and she planned to find him before the next group got on stage.
Reya slipped in and out of her unsuspecting victim’s quarters, resisting the incredible urge to pilfer anything off the tables on her way. The last thing she needed to do right now was alert them that someone had been in their room.
Lifting some gold off an idiot that left their savings in the middle of a hallway was one thing. Straight up robbing someone in their own room was another. It would be a whole lot harder to track Arnold down if she had an angry horde at her heels.
Reya made good time. She didn’t have to spend more than a few moments in each room. All it took was a quick glance over the teams before she was back through the walls and on her way once more, leaving nobody in the rooms she passed by any wiser.