The Thief and the Treasure Hunter
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Amelia squinted at the crowd of bureaucrats, nobles and people of the ‘upper crust’. The arrogance was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife...all that meaningless flaunting of wealth and power, it made the demon-in-disguise stomach churn. She hated these parties, buuuuut any thief (or ex-thief in this case) worth their salt had to power through such things. It wasn’t easy for Amelia to fit in however. Ever since she changed classes from Thief to Valkyrie, she had to get a custom dress with long sleeves just to hide her muscular figure.
Normally, she’d be okay flirting with others and whatnot but maintaining the facade of a ‘dainty gentlewoman’ was such a chore that she needed a moment to herself. Her eyes darted to a quiet corner of the ballroom and you could hear her high heels clacking hard against the tiles as she practically sprinted towards salvation. Whew...safe! Although...it seemed like she wasn’t alone.
A cute blonde woman who didn’t seem to have that aura of arrogance around her like the others. Finally, someone she could speak to normally!
“Sooo...uh...man these aristocrats sure love to hear themselves talk huh? They spout enough hot air to make a balloon float.” Amelia joked, hoping she didn’t come off as strange.
