"Ever the optimist, aren't you Vanelee? Always trying to see the good in all things, even me? Woah, there pal! You should take a cue from our little sprite here, judging by her face, it took her about 2 seconds to figure out how much of a dreg I am. I mean hey, that's part of my name, isn't it? Dreggan? Anybody?"
Seeing the drunken guards come in, the thief got a ravenous look in his eyes.
"Oh my... pickings don't get easier than this, people... I'll be right back."
With that, Dreggan was on his feet again, flask of wine in his hand, pretending to be just as drunk as the guards and responsive to their stories, just as he was liberating them of their money purses. These wretches were just too easy to pass up.
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