Berlin found Rohaan as a boy because of pickpocketing. Rohaan was starving, and thought Berlin was as easy a target as anyone else, but that proved to be very false. Berlin himself was an excellent thief, and he was more aware of his person and his belongings when in a crowd--especially a dirty port city. Those little hands did not escape him, though instead of beating him like anyone else might have done, Berlin took him in. Not only did he feed the half-feral shifter, but he trained him in the art of theft. The kid did have a knack for it, and after a little instruction in the art, it wasn't uncommon for Rohaan to just show up with an item that no one had noticed he'd slipped away to pilfer, nor was it clear when or where he'd obtained it. A little natural talent, combined with a bit of tutelage, made Rohaan a better pickpocket than most. 

Thoburas was on top of Ash again, going for his trademark strangle--that seemed to be a favorite game of his--as he slavered over her like a dog watching a rabbit hop across his territory. Disgusting, honestly. There were rumors of similar behavior about Rohaan himself, but none of those were actually true. While he wouldn't hesitate to kill a man if it meant survival or escape for himself, he didn't relish the act of killing or torturing random people. Of course, some earned a special level of his wrath, but they were fewer and more specific individuals. He found the sorts that did enjoy that kind of thing revolting. 

Rohaan had not come to tear off one of Thoburas' limbs, nor did he come to rescue Ash from the elf's tightening grip. But that did not mean he was idle. When Thoburas changed his mind and tossed Ash aside, Rohaan laughed. This was exactly what he'd been hoping for. "You know, some say that we don't have any souls at all, us Vokurians. I might not be much use to you in that regard...either way, I think you'll find it much harder to kill me than you think." He glanced at Ash; he was buying her time to recover a little and get herself ready. His eyes went back to Thoburas. "Do you know who I am, Thoburas? If you do, then you're either an extremely cocky man, or you're out of your depth. Because it takes a bold man to turn his back on Rohaan Ja'aisen...or a stupid one. I wonder which you are." He shrugged. "Alright then, if you're so bent on killing me, might as well get it over with..."

There was a gleam in his eyes, and he began slowly circling the elf, back around towards Ash. He moved like a man on a stroll through the garden, relaxed and confident. "Oh, hang on though..." He took the dark blade from behind his back and inspected it in the warped light distorted by the growing gate in the middle of the room. "Did you...need this, by chance? Mmm. Should have kept a closer eye on it."  He needed to give Ash the blade, but he had to do it in a way that made Thoburas believe Rohaan still had it. If nothing else would kill him, Rohaan was sure that would. Once again, he would take the role of distraction while Ash snuck in for the final blow. It'd be easier to stab the wretched creature while he had his attention focused elsewhere, so that's just what they'd do.