A Subtle Aqquistion

Lysira shivered, the wind billowing throughout the undergrowth in which she hid, it's frigid grasp entwining about the lithe form that lay concealed amongst the dense bracken. Her nose wrinkled, a considerative gaze fixated upon the lustrous lunar light that threatened to expose her to the camp that lay a little way down the valley, muttering incoherantly to herself as she checked a small, silver pocketwatch, it's argent veneer glinting brilliantly in the moonlight. "'S gunna' take all bloody night if it carries on like this, 'ent it.." Her voiced trailed off, the moon's illumanative hue suddenly fading behind the swirling plume of silvered clouds that she'd been montitoring for more than an hour now. Her lips crooked into a mischievous grin as she began to stride down the valley's sides toward the flickering light of camp-fire, her figure enveloped by the obscurity to such an extent she could barely see the paled hands she raised every now and then to swat aside the dangling foliage that blocked her path. The camp was fast asleep, as far as she could tell, the steady whisking of the cool summer breeze lapping across the plains that surrounded it's perimiter accompained by the snoring of those within the assembled tents. Lysira slinked across the temporary compound with a grace that seemed all too natural, her form hunched downward to allow her long, dangling cloak to sweep across the ground behind her soundlessly. She clasped a tight grip about the calico-bound hilt of her serrated dagger that lay dormantly within it's tattered sheathe, easing up the flap of the tent ajar just enough to allow her bare frame to slip within, lifting onto the tips of her bared toes as she drew in a sharp, sudden breath as the fire spat a blazing deluge of blazing ash toward the floor outside. Slowly and soundlessly, she gingerly crept around the figure until aside the woman's head, her hands travelling downward to trace the tip of her slender finger down the glimmering chain of the amulet that lay slunk around her neck, pinching it away from it's cold, metallic embrace with the skin to clear some room for her knife, severing the link that latched the interlocking links of the chain as she relinquished it from her possesion, a smirk left marked against her lips as she slowly disappeared from whence she came, not a whisper, not a sound, nor could it be heard when her feet touched the ground. The thief had came and no one would notice until it was too late, a strike had suceeded and once again, no one was any the wiser.