Today, Conan wasn't the only one in the marketplace with a sharp eye. The difference was that Zohvin didn't usually like to interfere, perhaps out of some mixture of pity and covering his bases. He didn't like to make a scene unless he needed to for some reason, and most of the time avoiding a scene meant keeping his mouth shut.

This time, though, it happened right in front of his nose. The thief, a castian man barely into adulthood, was just stuffing a string of rhinn in his pocket when Zohvin's hand darted out, grabbing his wrist forcefully. "I don't think that belongs to you," he announced loudly enough for the bresilykian that just had his pockets picked to take notice. That did cause a bit of a scene, but in the middle of the thief getting yelled at and lectured by his wound-be victim, Zohvin managed to slip away. It helped that everyone was paying far more attention to the castian than to him.