"You repossess things." He added dryly getting himself a drink of something hard off the middle shelf. "I'm running from my parents if you must know. Decided I'd rather be a mercenary and story teller than trophy husband to a princess. Festivals good place for cash, hard for me to stay in any one arena long before the betting odds lowered and you barely make enough to scrap by. I assume your here to make money to? And don't worry, thievery has always be romanticized in my country so I won't turn you in. Beside's its good to take nobles down a peg." He said pouring it in a cup shot it down then sighed. 

"Just so were clear. I'm not much of a noble anymore, I'm trying to be more of a common man. How about little Silk? Why are you at this grand festival?" He with a sly smile. He figured she was quite good at her work watching her count her gold. He had actually hoped she had taken what he paid Isabelle. That little witch of girl could be quite rude.