Hura crouched on the constructed benches of stone after the Kohli game, not entirely sure of what he had just seen. In the middle of his musings, the Bo-Matoran was suddenly approached, and subsequently startled, by an increasingly familiar face. His hand moved thoughtfully to the side of his mask, his fingers rapping against its hard surface as they did when in thought. So much was said that the more rural Matoran was not entirely sure he had followed. However, the last set of phrases he was able to catch were ones he understood.
	"[color=1a7b30]It would be dutiful to return a lost item... Though I don't think it fair to call one 'thief'.[/color]"