Nimble Thief

The town pulsed with life as Rem walked along the cobbled streets, the hum of conversation filling the air. Merchants called out their wares, bargaining voices overlapping in a familiar symphony. 

Children darted between the legs of pedestrians, their laughter ringing through the alleys. A trio of bards strummed their instruments in the town square, weaving a lively tune that carried through the night.

Beyond the marketplace, the glow of crimson lanterns painted the skyline, marking the infamous Red-Light District. 

The soft flicker of the lights and the murmur of voices — some playful, some hushed — made the district impossible to ignore. 

The scent of spiced perfume and wine drifted faintly in the air, mingling with the usual city smells.

Rem paid little mind to it, keeping his pace steady. His thoughts remained on the battles before, the energy that now coursed through his body — heightened senses, sharper instincts.