[Rem]

Rembrandt had a rather productive evening, patting the pockets of his long coat with a smirk on his face and a drink in his hand. A few pearl necklaces, gem-encrusted rings, a diamond bracelet, and the money from cleverly dumped wallets; these rich folk sure didn't think to hide their riches very well in the midst of such an event. So secure in their thoughts that nothing could touch them...made him want to laugh. He walked by a rather drunk rotund man trying to hit on one of the maidservents and picked his pocket deftly, pushing the leather sachet into his coat to empty at a more opportune time. He looked up to see a male in a rather distinguished outfit and dignified horns take a drink of liquor and nearly cough his lungs up. Rembrandt laughed at the site; guess he thought the vodka was water. That was almost cute.

Rembrandt stopped to drop his drink off at an empty table and take another from a passing servant bearing a tray of them, just in time to look up to see the male approaching his way. He grinned and nodded at the fellow, a new patsy. "Good morrow to you sir; I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be having trouble a moment before, are you quite all right?"