"The south district huh?" Raiden glances over the picture as Emelda looks about.
"Looks like poverty." She muses.
"Yeah. Chances are that the thieves we are after will be children." He breathes. They share a glance at that.
"... Troublesome..." She mutters as they head through the marketplace. It was busy, the vendors calling and raving about their products. It wasn't a surprise when a small shape suddenly darted from beside a fruit stall, holding a red fruit.
"Hey! Thief!" The merchant shouts after the child. Exchanging a glance the pair swiftly catch up to the child, rushing into an alleyway after him. Emelda feels her foot catch something and as she looks down at the rope something lands on her from above.
"Garbage!?" Raiden huffs smacking something away as it falls toward Emelda's head. She straightens and dusts herself off before looking at Raiden as he meets her gaze.
"Got away." She smiles slightly.
