He listened, with half an ear, as they continued their walking, expecting to hear a cry from some high standing shop owner that had seen his wares stolen, but as of yet, there was nothing at all.
'Ridiculous," Ferdinand thought to himself. 'Even if there was a problem, why would I be the one to find it?'
It was a hard fought thing not to immediately assume that Oliver Patrick would sniff it out long before he did. It was the barest effort of his remaining pride that kept him looking, but even when he saw that which was suspicious, it did not take him long to talk himself out of his assumptions.
