James' eyes scour the crowd looking for a well enough off merchant who might not miss a few gold coins. Most appeared to serve the common folk, typically poor choice marks as they rarely had much. There were a few however that seemed to carry gems and rather well made equipment.

James pulled the hood of his cloak up, smirking as he did so, and broke away from the party to head towards one particular gem merchant. Just as he did so he heard a man call out, "The devil smiles at the chance to collect, but what riches shall he be due?" Looking back he saw the old man looking his way. Muttering to himself for giving away his intent, he rejoined the party and continued toward the top of the hill.