[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan [/color][/b][/h2][/center]
The pale male remained as elusive as ever, as though Jandar had used Craft to enhance his senses, he couldn’t get a clear enough read on the single male while he was surrounded by such a crowd. The male was also apparently part of a group, an ill-meaning group if he was correct in his impressions – and given that he trusted Opal’s warning, the group around the broken-nose guy was one to watch out for.

The Varan Warlord then entered the stables, the quit atmosphere pleasanter than the din of the main room he'd just left behind, though even here, there was a hint of [i]wrongness[/i]. As he pet and fed Teo, Jandar was interrupted from his thoughts by a near-silent rustling up in the loft, and silently stepped into a position to observe the now-confirmed-thief child rummage in a courier’s belongings, hastily throwing away papers, scrolls, letters, and various other documents. His scent revealed only that the mixed-heritage youngling was a Blood, but nothing else.

When the blood male thief began cursing – an action which made it obvious to Jandar that the child hadn’t noticed his presence and still believed himself to be the only one in the stables – the Warlord kissed Teo’s neck in temporary farewell, then quietly approached the young male, taking care to soften his footfalls in exactly the same manner that he would when hunting a dear, wrapping an aural shield tightly around himself as an insurance. He was just as cautious with his breathing as he climbed a ladder that would put him at the child’s back, and would be well outside his peripheral sight. 

Once Jandar was up in the loft as well, he sneaked up behind the child, then restrained him from behind, striking as swiftly as a serpent to restrain the thief in a way to prevent him from screaming out. [color=20B2AA]“Careless,”[/color] he commented in a rumble, then turned the blonde around so they were face-to-face, and clamped the scrawny criminal by his shoulders. [color=20B2AA]“Won’t blame ya for stealin’, ‘coz you weren’t takin’ anyfing of mine…But, lad, you should know be’er,”[/color] he lectured in a rumble, though kept his facial expression near impassive, a stoic and subtle kind of harshness. [color=20B2AA]“You [i]‘ave[/i] seen the kind of folk that gathers round 'ere, ‘avent you? Count yourself lucky I got ‘ere first, instead of someone nastier.”[/color]

Jandar kept the hold on the boys shoulders as he glanced at the mess of missives the boy had caused, then used his Craft to put all the disordered, dirty, crumpled, and otherwise rumpled letters to rights. He stored them back into the leather satchel with a thought, which he cleaned up with Craft as well, finally calling it to his left hand once it was back in an undisturbed state. Holding the thief in one hand and the leather satchel in the other, he questioned the blonde with a sharp look, urging him to be truthful and cooperative with his tone and demeanor. [color=20B2AA]“Now, where’d you find it? I’m puttin’ it back where it belongs. Then you can come along, just for a lil bit. And if you ‘appen to be finkin’ why you might want to do ‘at, [i]well[/i]. I’ll make it worth your while, lad.”[/color]