Martel

You're shopping in the central markets, fae from all the courts wandering around and perusing the available wares. You feel a slight bump, turning to see a young kid murmur an apology before continuing on their way. If takes you a moment to realize the kid snatched your coin purse, but a Dusk fae has already stopped them. Now, now... you know the rules. Give it back and find a more appropriate target... The kid reluctantly returns your purse as the man gives you an appraising look.