This is the end

It was a truth universally acknowledged, that no one liked being robbed. Not near as much however, as they hated being humiliated.  It wasn't a novel occurrence mind, but it happened to occur on a day when nothing seemed to go her way. It was the necklace that broke her resolve, and though it hadn't been stolen from her own neck and instead one of her doubles, it grated all the same. She simply couldn't let it slide, not when reputation mattered so much in their circle. Though she was confident in her abilities, Aethra could fully acknowledge the tenuousness of her position. All of this to say that this sticky-fingered urchin would not go unpunished. 

An example would be made. 

Thank you, Marco. You may leave. The taller of the two guards nodded solemnly as he motioned for the other to follow. The heavy door snicked shut behind them, leaving the windowless room in stagnant shadow. She was quiet for a moment as she observed the thief. A thief she'd since learned an extraordinary amount. Perks of being at the top of the pecking order she supposed. Hands clasped in front of her, Aethra finally stepped into the small sliver of light cast from a singular torch on the stone wall. Do you know who I am? She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. Antiva City was a diverse and well cultured epicenter.