In city's stadium [Open]

Bird closed his eyes listening to noise from city’s streets, while eating some donuts he just stole from an old lady. They were with sugar and chocolate.
His sword was like always tied up to his jeans with a small rope, in case someone would sneak attack.
Donuts are awesome. He thought finishing the last one.
He was in city’s stadium. The stadium had a roof, but the lights were turned off, only sunlight was going in through the windows above the lumps.
It was a European football – soccer stadium. The grass was comfortable to lie on.
Bird took of his T-shirt and tried to sleep on it. But his thoughts were not letting him to do that.
What if someone comes?
No one should, the next match is only tomorrow.
What about the cleaners?
They will just wake me up.
But if they see the sword, they might take it…
So what? I’ll then beat the crap out of them.
With the last argument he fell into half-sleeping position.

"... only one crate for you today. The rest will arrive once payment is confirmed."

Bird was not the only one to seek solace in the stadium away from prying eyes. If fact, he had become the prying eyes which others sought to avoid. The source of the voices became clear once the two men cleared the archway into the stadium. One man was a squat local man, and the other was a dark and eccentric European foreigner. Both wore fine business suits, though the foreigner's suit looked almost like something from a fantasy novel, yet still with a tie.

Bird may have missed it earlier, but the two men were clearly walking toward a wooden crate at center field by the sideline. "You will get your money," the foreigner said respectfully, but with a hint of distaste clouding that respect. "I just have to make sure this is the real thing and not just another gimmick. I'm not paying for decoration."

The two men squabbled over terms of their clearly illegal trade as the crate was forced open with a crowbar. The foreigner plucked a small Aztec statue from the much larger crate and began to inspect it skeptically. Neither of them seemed to suspect Bird perched above them, though he had a very clear view of them from his spot. The stadium also amplified everything said, making it easy for anyone spying above them to overhear all they said.

Bird’s eyes opened as his ears caught two voices.
He looked at the point from where those voices came.
A crate? And something’s inside were his thoughts.
His body started glowing as he turned into a small yellow ball and flew there. After a moment, he turned back to his human position and stood behind the crate, listening to what these guys will be talking about further.