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Arin smirks. Seems this was his quarry. Or at least, part of them. He decided to drop the bullshit now he's identified a fellow thief. He leans close and flashes five gold coins, seemingly out of nowhere and held together between his fingers. "Alright, I'ma level with ya..." he says in a hushed whisper, the accent of sailors and dockworkers have clearly rubbed off on him and the cool, calculated visage had completely disappeared. "I'm just looking for the people that pulled that job off. I want to join them. I just need to know where they are. Five pieces for anything you can give me." Mosovich offers, using their bodies to hide the bribe from prying eyes. "I'm Pirate."