The answer isn’t really one the thief wants to hear, his jaw feathering as he readjusts the blade again beneath his sweaty palm, keeping it pressed to the merchants chest as he listens to the shit that spouts out of Sunjata’s mouth. “Not fer any of that.” He replies quite smugly, having a decent living quarters, plenty of food. Perhaps it was the boredom that got the best of him and his gang, choosing this place in particular because it was far less guarded than the rest of them.
It really doesn’t matter in the end, not when there’s a bat suddenly flying into his face and he does indeed drop the merchant, the dagger lifting to try and stab at the bat that swarms his face and trying to stay in control of the situation. The merchant, now free, immediately begins to run for the door, to the entrance of the shop to try and keep herself out of whatever else goes on. A lost attempt, a lost cause for the thief.
It really doesn’t matter in the end, not when there’s a bat suddenly flying into his face and he does indeed drop the merchant, the dagger lifting to try and stab at the bat that swarms his face and trying to stay in control of the situation. The merchant, now free, immediately begins to run for the door, to the entrance of the shop to try and keep herself out of whatever else goes on. A lost attempt, a lost cause for the thief.
