Theodore was actually amazed that not only was the information incredibly helpful, but it was also simply given for free. A warm smile spread across Theodore's lips before he would nod, understanding the gravity of the situation if a widespread net of thievery had been cast, ensnaring the destitute merchants and civilians alike, then it was growing ever more apparent that this needed some justice to set this right! Theodore would bow his head, fist rapping twice against his breastplate. [color=E6FCFF]"I thank you for this information. I'll have to question Kikipu about this man, as its the best shot I have at apprehending him. Good day, sir,"[/color] Theodore would say, before starting to head towards Kikipu's demesne. 

...That is, until he heard the familiar voice of one of the Sunseeker Miqo'te shouting out an insult to someone. Had something happened. His head turned quickly to take in the sight of J'torha halfway up a pole, Theodore's eyes looking to where J'torha's gaze was fixed, upon the auctioneer that was presiding over the sale of Lyveva's goods. He couldn't see exactly what the auctioneer looked like, so far all that Theodore knew the man with two scars had come to collect on what he had sold. [color=E6FCFF]"Pardon, excuse me, sorry, just a moment,"[/color] Theodore's numerous apologies came as he weaves his way through the crowd, trying not to step upon any toes, or get any rogue Roegadyn elbows to his nose. 

Once he was near the front of the crowd, Theodore would have a chance to see this "rat" at face value, and be prepared to step in to apprehend him if it was indeed their target. Merchants of Mercy or not, he assumed that there was indeed some reason for J'torha to cry out so loudly. Perhaps it was a signal for the group to convene?