[Rinni]

Things...were DEFINITELY not going according to plan. And him, a little worm? How dare he refer to him as such!? He hadn't stolen anything of his, after all. But....assisting him would help him get physically closer to his goal. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise? He doubted it, but he could still hope.

He reached back into the wagon, grabbing out a cast of water and what he assumed was ink. He plastered a smile on his face before making his way around the wagon and towards the two. For a thief, he was dressed rather nicely, his near-dirtless outfit a collection of vibrant greens and browns. "Here you go, Sir. Just as you asked." he said, holding out the water and ink. His gaze fell on the little form on the ground, a pang of sympathy going out to the kid. The life of a thief was a hard one; especially when people reacted like that. Poor thing.