The thief knows it’s not long before Sunjata finds him, but he doesn’t really expect it to be that short of a time frame. All he has is his back against the wall, in the corner to ensure that nothing can come up behind him, keeping the blade tight against the merchants throat as if to use for leverage of a sort. It’s an attempt to keep him in control, Sunjata knows it too, based off the way the Arbiter talks.
There’s a laugh that leaves the thief’s throat, something crackling and smokey, ruined teeth grinning at Sunjata from where he stands. “Talk about what?” He replies, amused by the turn of events but still somewhat worried about what this Arbiter would do. He doesn’t move, not as Sunjata approaches – where else would he go? Instead he keeps his focus on Sunjata’s approach, clenching his hand around the hilt of the dagger pressed to her throat. “I ain’t even sure what your kind does let alone try to make a deal with ya.”
There’s a laugh that leaves the thief’s throat, something crackling and smokey, ruined teeth grinning at Sunjata from where he stands. “Talk about what?” He replies, amused by the turn of events but still somewhat worried about what this Arbiter would do. He doesn’t move, not as Sunjata approaches – where else would he go? Instead he keeps his focus on Sunjata’s approach, clenching his hand around the hilt of the dagger pressed to her throat. “I ain’t even sure what your kind does let alone try to make a deal with ya.”
