"You seem puzzled." Motan crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and tossed it back to Cole. He snapped shut the 'Petty Theft Tips' he was holding with a 'pa' sound, then smiled and said, "Tell me about it."
The novice thief who had been hesitant since a while nodded, adjusting the gear on his body uncomfortably, then asked in a low voice, "Are you planning something against the Thief Guild here?"
As Motan's follower, lackey, and underling, Cole never felt like he truly understood the man before him. But he was clear about two things. First, an item that should have been given to Cloud Traveler Inn was sneakily taken by Motan. Second, the item seemed to be quite valuable to the Thief Guild of Black Tower City. At least it was worth fifty thousand gold coins.
Two thieves reached into the same pocket. Motan was the thief who managed to steal, the Thief Guild was the thief that came up empty-handed, and the Cloud Traveler Inn was the pocket.
