Talan sighed. This was the second thief he had caught. He wished the thieves had been grown men; then he would have an excuse to beat them, and make them sorry that they were thieves.
But little boys were different. They stole because they had no other way to survive. And Talan couldn't really be angry with them, since he himself had been like that once.
He had been lucky, and got himself a job, and a home. If those boys wanted to, perhaps the same could happen to them. The chances weren't great though; few people would hire a street urchin, with the bad reputation they had.
He looked around for Iswyn, feeling slightly irritated. Where was that girl? Probably lost in the wonders that the sellers could offer. A thought hit him; perhaps she was in trouble.
He wondered a bit what to do; if she was in trouble, he had to find her. But she could also just be late because she had lost track of time. He decided to wait a little more, before going out and search for her.
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