Arthur Morgan

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Saint Denis was a nice place. It held nice trinkets, nice horses, and even nicer art. But what the stores held was worth more money than you had ever owned in your life. You could only gaze at the expensive gowns and jewellery in the windows. You were a worthy thief, sure, but stealing an entire dress off its rack would be too difficult for even you to pull off. Perfume, however, was far less detectable when stolen. You visited one of these stores just this morning.