The male looked as if he was about to just throw some random words at her, just to escape her gaze, but he appeared to stop and reconsider it for a moment, his blue eyes doing that darting thing. Almost like a cornered rat in a way. However, he seemed to reconsider something and it was at that precise moment what she was just about to snort and walk off, chopping it up to the fact that he had been drunk last time that he actually spoke to her. "Well, actually, Miss Black... I've got something to tell ye." The man had something to tell her? Well this might be something good, at least she hoped it was. Any information gathered was knowledge and knowledge was power. Dallen moved closer to her form and leaned forwards as he pulled a small pouch of money out of his pocket, the small clinks was picked up by her hearing. So this was what was burning a hole into the male's pocket?
"Black, I found this on the street, and I don't know what to do. I mean, I need the money, but... I really want to find out who's this is." The man's features turned even more conflicted as he continued on. "I probably need the money more, but this could be someone's entire livelihood, here! I know, you're probably the wrong person to ask, but... what should I do?" Was he asking her what to do with it? If that was her holding that pouch full of gold Mizas she wouldn't hesitate to pocket it and walk on without a thought spared to whoever had lost it. A chuckle rose to her lips as she took a moment to swipe her black hair from her pale facial features, her brown hues taking in the male before her. He was right in saying that she was the wrong kind of person to ask, if a thief thought about how he or she might be stealing someone's life savings every time they took Mizas, they would end up starving and probably eventually dying upon the very streets they stood on. Life was cruel, some people just had to realize it yet, for it wasn't all glamorous.
Her brown gaze glanced around them for a moment, catching sight of movement over by a corner and spotted a man, a man that had seemed to be focused upon something within their direction. He was scruffy and some-what old in a way for his beard had some grey whiskers. If he was a thief, Black wouldn't say a thing, just to teach the man before her, that you shouldn't just go showing everyone the purse that you found full of gold Mizas on a busy street. Her gaze drifted back to Dallen. "While you are correct in assuming that I am the wrong person to ask it of, all I can really say is, that if that was me, I'd keep it. Anything that a thief can get their hands on they will take and keep, with no thought spared for the one loosing the Mizas. If someone had the gall to carry around that many Mizas without taking it home straight away, they are bound to loose it." Whether Dallen realized it or not, Black had simply told the man, that he shouldn't have hesitated in keeping the pouch, for now there was another thief in sight who had also spotted the pouch of Mizas he held.
The young woman paused for a moment as she realized that the other man that Dallen had bumped into, might not have left yet and her gaze flickered passed Dallen in order to view the man behind him. The bulky man was clearly eavesdropping now, for he had no real reason to be there, as both Dallen and herself did not know him. She only assumed Dallen did not know him, for the simple fact being, was that he hadn't spared the second man a long look, only a brief cold one. "Especially seeing as you never know who is watching and listening in on this very conversation." The words were spoken to Dallen, but her gaze remained fixed upon the bulky man, warning him that she knew that he was there.
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