For Maddox this job was more about practically than her forever quest of beauty. It was simple, she needed jewels. Mostly since the woman skin disease meant she had to change clothes often, which got expensive fast. That and her… tendency toward finery meant poor Maddox was often strapping for cash. And what better way to get cash than to hone her skills as a thief? She didn’t think she would be doing that in Peace Village of all places, but well, beggars can’t be choosers.
Gripping the job description in one hand Maddox stays in the shadows of the village, not wanting to draw attention to herself. While her aesthetic may be beautiful, it was also rather eye-catching in such a cheery place and people tended to remember her. Not the best when on your way to do some illegal dealings. Or in her case, steal a famous fudge recipe from a rival candy store in this quaint village so its competitor gets a one-up from it. The dark mage at the very least admires Chef William Dorvald for using such underhanded methods to get ahead. Maddox didn’t care for fudge, either way, there were better and more beautiful kinds of cany out there, but after swiping some from a villager she had to admit this batch was good.
But anyways, Maddox hadn’t much time to waste, speed was a big part of this job. She waited until nightfall for the village to go quiet and broke into the store. The security was abysmal, just a few lockpicks for the locks did it, but unfortunately, the rival chef and his family lived above the store which meant she could get detected any second. Another risk is that she had no idea where the man kept the damned recipe, which meant a long and risky search for the safe. Which would be longer and riskier if the idiot chef put in someone like in a file cabinet instead.
Maddox started with the easy part. Looking around the storefront, ducking down when guards checked the windows, the cashier box (she wasn’t allowed to swipe anything else, unfortunately), and kitchen, it’s recipe booklet and a very thorough search of the back office. Nothing. To be fair the back office was more for the daily managers and other chefs rather than the owner and head chef. Wait, would it be confectioner for a candy maker? Chocolatier? Fudgeatier? Anyway, nothing downstairs. Upstairs it was.
There were four bedrooms total from what Maddox could see, and thankfully no pets. The first place she checked was the family recipe books. Next was the bookshelf for hidden compartments and empty books. Then it was behind the frames of every photo in the living area. After a check, she also looked through the owner’s office in great detail, keeping an eye out for hiding places and safes. She did find a safe, but after unlocking it she only found regular safe stuff, no recipe. Finally, she knew she would have to check the master bedroom. She snuck quietly around the sleeping couple and found the safe she was looking for behind a framed photo. Right. Above. The. Couples. Bed. Unlocking it silently was one of her more stressful moments in recent days, and the couple slept like bricks. Maddox grabbed the long-awaited recipe and got the heck of out Peace Village to her clients awaiting money.
WC: 568
Gripping the job description in one hand Maddox stays in the shadows of the village, not wanting to draw attention to herself. While her aesthetic may be beautiful, it was also rather eye-catching in such a cheery place and people tended to remember her. Not the best when on your way to do some illegal dealings. Or in her case, steal a famous fudge recipe from a rival candy store in this quaint village so its competitor gets a one-up from it. The dark mage at the very least admires Chef William Dorvald for using such underhanded methods to get ahead. Maddox didn’t care for fudge, either way, there were better and more beautiful kinds of cany out there, but after swiping some from a villager she had to admit this batch was good.
But anyways, Maddox hadn’t much time to waste, speed was a big part of this job. She waited until nightfall for the village to go quiet and broke into the store. The security was abysmal, just a few lockpicks for the locks did it, but unfortunately, the rival chef and his family lived above the store which meant she could get detected any second. Another risk is that she had no idea where the man kept the damned recipe, which meant a long and risky search for the safe. Which would be longer and riskier if the idiot chef put in someone like in a file cabinet instead.
Maddox started with the easy part. Looking around the storefront, ducking down when guards checked the windows, the cashier box (she wasn’t allowed to swipe anything else, unfortunately), and kitchen, it’s recipe booklet and a very thorough search of the back office. Nothing. To be fair the back office was more for the daily managers and other chefs rather than the owner and head chef. Wait, would it be confectioner for a candy maker? Chocolatier? Fudgeatier? Anyway, nothing downstairs. Upstairs it was.
There were four bedrooms total from what Maddox could see, and thankfully no pets. The first place she checked was the family recipe books. Next was the bookshelf for hidden compartments and empty books. Then it was behind the frames of every photo in the living area. After a check, she also looked through the owner’s office in great detail, keeping an eye out for hiding places and safes. She did find a safe, but after unlocking it she only found regular safe stuff, no recipe. Finally, she knew she would have to check the master bedroom. She snuck quietly around the sleeping couple and found the safe she was looking for behind a framed photo. Right. Above. The. Couples. Bed. Unlocking it silently was one of her more stressful moments in recent days, and the couple slept like bricks. Maddox grabbed the long-awaited recipe and got the heck of out Peace Village to her clients awaiting money.
WC: 568
