Reth squinted.
"Maybe."
The magician leaned over a sleeping lord, took off their gold chain, bit it to determine if it was real gold, then grinned and stuffed it into pocket.
Seris clung to Reth's sleeve harder, eyes wide as, Are you seeing this?!
Reth nodded once, irritated. "Guess we found our guy."
Silently, he began to walk towards him. The old man continued muttering something about "proper compensation" while he rummaged through a noblewoman's pouch.
Seris lagged back, shaken still but keeping an eye on the back of Reth.
The mage crouched lower, bony back sticking out as he removed a bracelet from an unconscious wrist. "Ah—there we go. Well-made. Too bad to leave it behind…"
Reth moved up behind him—then kicked him firmly in the back.
Thwump.
"WAAAH—!" The old man came crashing face-first onto the marble, satchel flying open in a glittering mess of coins, baubles, and. a roast chicken drumstick.
Seris froze, blinked.
".That was your idea?"
Reth shrugged. "Worked."
