Arian walked through the gates of Rohan hesitantly glancing all around her. This was a place full of memories for her. She knew this city's underground like her own name. If need be she could escape to the sewers beneath the city. She melted into the busy crowds of the city, hoping that none of the watch would recognize her. She was here to visit her family, her gang. They had reformed a year after she left with her surviing captain as thier leader. By that time however her life had changed and she was no longer fit to live with her gang.

Caba let the crowds carry her, like the flow of an ocean tide. She had missed this busy place. In the press of bodies in this crowd picking pockets was easy, but she kept her hands tucked safely in her pockets, that wasn't her life anymore. She was sliding easily through the human sea until, preoccupied with a pair of daggers in a nearby stall, she ran straight into some one. " Sorry," the girl mumbled helping them to their feet.

Keto had been slipping through the crowds, his hands slipping into the pockets of unwary citizens or of those whose money pouches too low and too loose. He looked up surprised by the girl who was standing before him. He ignored them, standing on his own. The crowd moved around them as if they were a rock in a river. His eyes locked with hers, blue eyes staring into her soul, dirty blonde hair vieling them slightly.

He glared at her, the money that had been in his hands seconds before had dissapeared into a bouch hidden from view. He was eyeing here, scrutinizing this girl who had bumped into him, as if was his fault that she had not been paying attention.

Muttering, only words could be caught.

"Dum' creatures... new ta th' ci'y an all...." He turned to go, trying to leave her with the impression that he had just been wandering through the crowd, on his way past her, he slipped his fingers into her money pouch.

Caba met the boys stony stare with her own cloudy eyed gaze. His hair was an odd blonde and very dirty, falling into his eyes. She looked him over noting the dirty clothes and money pouches. He refused her help and stood on his own muttering something rude about newcomers to the city. She was no outsider! He began to walk away without a word to her when she felt the touch of fingers on her money pouch. She kept hers tied close and under her tunic, but had done the same thing often enough to know when someone was trying to steal from her. She slapped his hand hard and grabbed him by the wrist. teach him to steal from her.

Keto spun, eyes wide in horror. She could not have felt that, he was too careful, only another thief could have felt that. Or the leader of the watch, they might have felt it as well. He glared at her,

"Le' go o' me wrist!" He was talking sternly, but quiet enough to not draw attention to them.

"I di'n't do nuthin' ta you!" He yanked at his wrist, pulling it from her grasp. His face was pale, giving away his fear. What if she told the watch. What if she WAS the watch. His face was tilted down and he was glaring at her through his eyelashes so she couldn't read his eyes.

"Well, if you don't want people to grab hold of you then you shouldn't go about trying to steal. It's not like there's much in there anyway" She said indicating her purse. Still doing her best to hold her squirming captive Caba studied him. What should she do with him? She couldn't very well take the boy to the watch, not without risking her own arrest. They would surely note the tatoos of a person caught thieving on the backs of her hands. Besides Caba had too much sympathy for the thieves of this city to do that. Sighing she thought it might have been easier to have let him cut her purse. At least he would have the money and she could always get more. Reluctantly she let him go. There was nothing else to do. "and you did do something to me. You tried to cut my purse and I'd rather keep it if it's all the same to you." no street talk wormed it's way into her voice, not after years trying to learn to speak properly. The boy kept his head down, with the mass of dirty hair in his eyes his face was unreadable.

Keto glared, "Well wha' im I suppose' ta do fer food, huh?" He muttered, under his breath in response to her comment about not stealing. He snapped his wrist back to his chest as she released him. He gave her a mock bow, a fake grin and a quick side step, so as to avoid her hand if she were to decide it was a mistake letting him go,

"Th' way I sees it, theer ain't no way ya can choose who or when sum'un picks ya pockets" He then decided that he she was dangourous, carefully readying his left wrist to snap out a blade incase of emergancy. He moved carefully and gracefully electric blue eyes on her at all time. It bugged him that she had felt his hand at all, but it was not a major concern. He was better suited to walking roofs and making obvious accedents to get what he wanted.

Caba tilted her head, studying him carefully. " Fine, have it then. I don't really need it and i can always get more." unlatching the purse she tossed it too him, using the motion as an excuse to loosen her dagger in it's wrist sheath. " And usually I can prevent peole fom stealing from me if I wish." she studied him a moment more " your're probably thinking or maybe you are that only a thief could have felt that. well, your suspicions were correct. Just her visiting some old friends. The Seia Doon gang. Keep it I can steal more and your wrong I can usually keep others from stealing from me if I wish." with a wicked grin she flashed a knife and let it dissappear under her sleeve. She wondered if it was a mistake to let him go but knew she had little other choice. Caba pushed back her sleeves, it was so hot out here.

Keto caught it, eyes wide with amazment but he wasted no time in dropping the money in his pouch and tossing the small bag back to her, "don' need tha'"

His amazment grew even more. She was part of that backstabbing gang. Thier leader was the one who had decided that he either join or get run out of town.

"Tha's th' gang tha' decided i was a threat! I ain' no threat!" He loosed his dagger, it appeared in his hand as fast as he dove fore her. His eyes wer blazing as he had to leave his home soon and it was thier fault. HER fault, indirectly of cousre.

"Teach them ta mess wi' Keto!"

Arian's eyes widened in surprise as the boy spoke. The seia doon her gang force someone to join. Only the most viscious gang's had done that. No gang was soft, but hers had been among the less cruel. What could have happened that they had strayed so far from where she had put them?

She jumped in amazement as he flew at her. Dropping to her back she grabbbed him in both hands and helped him over her head. Arian rolled quickly to her feet a dagger appearing in one hand. " My gang would never have done that." She told him, bright eyes flashing. She shook ker hair from her eyes to see him better in the fight she knew was coming. " And...maybe you don't thin os but you're pretty handy with that knife. Perhaps more of a threat than you think. Most gangs would want a fighter like you."

She crouched low as he turned to her and pulled another knife from her boot top. So much for letting him go and getting out of here. Several in the street had stopped and someone ran, calling for the watch. She didn't want to be here when they came.