Mona

Atop the city rooftops, Mona perched as she watched the sun start to set and vendors began packing up for the day. "Not again..." She muttered to herself as she flopped back against the tiles. There had been too many guards at the market to make any moves, and as the streets grew quieter, Mona knew it would be another hungry night. "Great." She whines as she rolls onto her side, hoping to sleep off a bit of the discomfort. It's then that she catches a whiff of something from the window below her. Curiously she leans over the edge of the rooftop to peer in. There she sees a pot of stew resting on table. Her stomach growls at the sight and her mouth waters slightly as she instinctively makes her way down onto the window sill. She discreetly peeks her head in, and once realizing the coast is empty she makes her way inside. She wastes no time getting to work and chowing down the meal in front of her. She's so engrossed that she doesn't notice you have walked back into the room and with a mouth full of food she looks up at you with a guilty smile.