"Sure thing. Let's catch us a thief." Sevrin said cheerfully as he led Caroline out of the guild hall and onto the lively street. He watched a bird fly through the clear blue sky overhead and took in the warm breeze that carried with it all the smells of an up-and-coming community: fresh wood, spiced food, and a sort of 'newness' that you could find in few other places. With Caroline beside him, the pair walked down the road and up the side of a small hill on which sat the homes of the merchant leaders, city councilmen, and Middlemist's small, but influential noble class. "Definitely as good a place to start as any..." The blood mage mumbled, taking in the posh manors he could not even imagine owning. Flipping a few loose strands of his pale blonde hair over ear, Sev slid his gloved hand into his pocket while the other rubbed his chin in thought. "You know, I've got a sneaking suspicion that our cat-burglar hit a lot of these locations in the same night... probably the whole list in two or three. And if he's as good as we think they'd have been the ones farthest from the guild. Should make it easier to set our trap." Glancing up, he spotted a passing man in rather extravagant clothing: an overly puffy silk shirt and a vest trimmed in gold thread; probably not one of the nobility, but certainly the head of someone's staff. Giving Caroline a sidelong glance and a small shrug, he waved the man down. "'Scuse me, sir... but we're here on guild business and were wondering if you could answer a few questions for us?"