It's in the Job Description

[Khrelan Arke]

The street markets of Lothal was bustling with activity. Locals waved edible goods and sale prices were thrown around in booming voices as the blonde weaved through the crowd, nimbly slipping through locals and foreigners alike, not that there were much foreigners. Sharp teal eyes focused on an item or two but it was never for more than a few seconds.

Khrelan was here for a job and as much as he wanted to frolic in the Loth cat ridden fields (not really), he wanted the job finished and himself off planet. It wasn't that he hated this particular rock, but that the person who hired him was rather demanding and the item he was expected to get, was rare.

Bottom line was, he didn't have all day.

[member="Venio Palatro"]

 

[Venio Palatro]

[member="Khrelan Arke"]

How long had it been? Minutes, hours, days? No, he was not sick, ill, or broken; just very, very bored. It had been some time since he had last been here, in fact, he was not entirely sure he had been here at all - all these derelict markets began to look the same after some time. He was here simply on business - actually, an extension of that; he needed to pick up a bit of this and a bit of that, nothing too exotic, but hard enough to find he had to crawl through some place like this in order to get it. Normally he'd probably think twice bringing himself into the open, with such shady locals meandering about, but arrogance and pride were the driving force here, backed by a deep-rooted irritation that he was the one who had to perform such mundane tasks: fetching materials, running errands.

He kept a hand on his hip, thumb looped for the belt, watching for pickpockets, helm on his head, pockets full of credits. He doubted he'd have much trouble - after all, he stood out like a sore thumb; however, whether or not that would leave him a daunting target was yet to be seen.

 

[Khrelan Arke]

[member="Venio Palatro"]

Khrelan's eyes were drawn to the strange with the, what was it, a crown? Hat? Helm? Well, whatever it was, it looked expensive and he could probably sell it for a very good price on the black market. But, he'd be a fool to steal sometning like that. The goal of a pickpocket was to take sometning without the target knowing so when they found their belongings missing, it'd be too late.

The man looked too out of place but, he knew in what sorts of places he was and kept a good eye out. Watching for people like him not doubt.

Khrelan meandered to a stall by the strange man and began chatting up a storm with the vendor. His hands slipped inside his satchel, the other making gestures to the different sale items the vendor had on display. Technically, he didn't need more credits but at the same time, he did. Credits to pay people for the jobs he was assigned but didn't want to do or credits to bribe others for information. Some people understood nothing but the golden chips.

Legs crossed and listening intently, he gave a nod in the appropriate places at the rusted piece of droid part the vendor marveled at, describing how much he needed it.

Pick pocketing and whatever he needed to get at the time went hand in hand for him.