Derek knows all of life is (cyclical) wrote in rooms,
Mariner's Inn: Jeze C/Max M
[There were a certain amount of rules that existed when one went liberating items (not many, but they were rather important). The first was that they had to be liberated from the right person or place, the wealthy could lose much, but those that gave back without restraint were to be avoided. As few people ever fell into the latter category, it was the former that had to be watched. The second was how to escape with said items.
Jeze left the shop in one carriage, traded it for a different driver and a different carriage on Castle Street in the (slim) possibility that she was followed. It was the second carriage that rattled behind the Inn with nary a sound from its sole occupant, though she hadn't been melodramatic when she told Max she might swoon; no, she had her corset laced tighter around the waist and slightly looser around the bust to make room for the jewels she dropped down her dress. The rest were in pockets hidden in her skirt. She hadn't quite expected to take so much, but the opportunity existed while the jeweler was ushering his wife into the back and she had to take it.
Which meant that now she had the prongs of a diamond bracelet digging uncomfortably into her ribs. She came into the back of the inn thief-quiet and only stomped loudly enough to be heard on the bottom step before she slid out of her wooden soled shoes and like a little heathen, went up the servants stairs in her stockings, dress tugged up to her calves so she wouldn't trip on it. It all came down in a sheet of mint green once she was the landing and swept her way into 'her' room. It wasn't really hers, but it might as well have been as she took it frequently, due to its very convenient location at the back of the inn and the small window opened directly to the back alley.
New new, smart little cap was the first thing to come off as she waited for Max.]