[Some days, for Thiirien, making a few septims means hunting down a couple of deer in the plains of Skyrim.

...some days, it means quietly slipping through a crowd and freeing people of their purses.

It's a festival in the city of Dawnstar, the Day of Lights. Candles and torches are lit throughout the town, and children run from house to house and shop to shop asking for candies from the locals. Adults are in various stages of drunken cheer, and Thiirien is in her element, slipping among them to cut purse-strings with a small knife held close to her fingers.

Unfortunately, she may have chosen the wrong target this time...]