Dalvorin raised his hand against the sun, watching some local guardsmen approach, alert but not worried. He hailed them as they approached, eying the crowd as he did so. He couldn't see the man who had gotten away, though a few people were apart from the crowd to see what the mild commotion was. [i]"Got another one to deal with, eh?"[/i] The guards stepped through the crowd, halting just before him and his shop. He nodded, exhaling lightly. "Yeah, you know how it is." He gestured back to his door. "I have one inside for ya. The other got away, who I assume was the one aiming for the grab." He breathed in, finally pulling a pipe from his smithing apron. He brought it to his mouth, snapping a fire to light it. He breathed the smoke deeply, before exhaling it through his nose slowly. The guards gave him a moment; they were used to it. When he nodded, the front guard gestured for the others to enter the shop, so as to apprehend the fallen would-be thief. Once they had entered, he nodded to Dalvorin. The dwarf puffed the pipe for a moment, before beginning the short reciting of the event.