When Theodore had rode in on Ul'Dah, he had very well expected the blistering heat that made him feel as if he was melting within his piece-mail armor. He also expected the rather..."enthusiastic" merchants that attempted to badger him into wasting gil on things he'd have no use for, or have nowhere to put. What he hadn't expected however had been for a Padjal to be sitting in a bar without a Wood Wailer in sight, nor any sort of entourage whatsoever. That was...surprising, to say the least. If not utterly baffling. Regardless, it was pretty rude of him to stare, so he would instead turn his attention to the Hyruan lady that was kind enough to have a tab open for the ale that Theodore ordered. Very polite, before she made about half the parties interested outright leave the room from the sudden asking of favors in place of a normal free company's rousing speech about hard work, camaraderie, and definitely not being a pyramid scheme that involves funneling resources into a crafting fiend's pockets. 

Theodore would however remain firmly seated, an ale in hand, and his ears trained on an individual's plea for aid. The young man's eyes would close as he relaxed in his bar seat for just a moment, before the uproar of approval from those who remained started. The Padjal had spoken with wisdom beyond his apparent years in asking for more details...and the audacity of it all set Theodore's blood boiling. Someone just...lied!? And stole in broad daylight as if it belonged to them!? He'd heard that Ul'Dah was a cutthroat city of merchants that would sooner kill a man than let him get ahead with more coin, but to steal someone's home was beyond forgivable. Slamming his emptied mug on the table he was seated at, Theodore would wipe the foam off his mouth with a thumb before speaking up: [color=E6FCFF]"Where the guards cannot help you, it falls to the valorous to bring justice."[/color] 

With a smile on his lips, Theodore would open his left palm and bring it level to his chest, before smacking his free right fist into it, the gauntlets clashing together giving a resounding metallic clunk that drew a bit of attention to himself. [color=E6FCFF]"Do you know where these charlatans are? I'm sure any 'reasonable' gentleman is sure to come see reason for such a cause,"[/color] the white haired swordsman said, clearly eager to go right ahead and dispense some justice, ass-kicking, and long-winded lectures on why grown men shouldn't be stealing. 

But before he would actually seem too reliable, he did make sure to grab one of the biscuits he'd ordered from his plate, and stuff the whole thing into his mouth. It had been a while since he'd had any real food.