On a cold day in the rainy season, a young woman named Kajulan waited out of sight, off to the side of a street that had been carefully chosen. It was the perfect place in the city of Romba for someone like her. Far away enough from the nice parts of town that the guard rarely ever ventured to it, but not so downtrodden that it worried the rich folk to travel it. Of course, if people kept getting robbed, that might change one day.
Clearly it was not this day though. . .