Ambra huffed a bit, putting her bow away and looking in between the two again. Vellia was too... soft. That was very, very hypocritical of her, but she was frightened of that thief. How did she know that the woman would not rip their valuables away as they slept? Her aggression began to fade and fear started to take its place. She sagged more. She was usually very understanding... but even she was wary of accepting a thief into their ranks. [b]"I think she..."[/b]
A shadow appeared behind the thief, and she gazed at it. It was thin and a bit taller than the average man, but not menacing enough to frighten her. She knew who it was. His pointed hat and drooping black hair was enough proof to show that he was a friend. "You think she what?" he asked. "I see she has our food. I'm quite surprised that a thief would show up to steal from us while we were all awake." Talbot stepped closer to the woman, holding out his hands. "Give me the pot."
Ambra looked at the thief. Talbot was a force to be reckoned with, even if he was a bit mellow at times. She wouldn't dare to go against a sorcerer, and a very strong sorcerer at that. Yet, Talbot wouldn't kill her- probably scare her off with a spell. She was glad that he wasn't as ruthless. Even if the thief terrified her, she didn't want to see the poor thief lying face down on the ground, her blood making the earth wet.