Arven pulled on his own longcoat while watching the scene play out with interest. He had not assumed the slight, quirky woman was a pickpocket, but it didn’t come as a surprise to him when learning she was exactly that.

She departed with graceful haste as the thieved stranger cottoned on to what had happened. ”Stop, thief!” the gentleman squeaked, and the crowd murmured and closed in and grew more defensive.

”She went thataway”, Arven pointed two long fingers in the opposite direction to which she’d fled. The gentleman gave him a nod of thanks and ran off.