The young lady had the men's backs turned, and they felt nothing from the pouches of their belts, aside from what they believed to be a swifter gust of the trade-winds. A sound of feet thudding behind them into the distance alerted them to what had occurred, but one of them shrugged it off, saying. "Oh, it is fine, brother, it is good that we keep our money in the bank." The brothers had merely came around to have a good time, to also enjoy the stories of sailors and the street performers. "Nevertheless, now we need new pouches!" The twins shared a heavy laugh, and they strolled off on the eastern road away from the city square set before the docks, off to the guard station to file a report. Hell, they weren't going to let a potential thief swindle anyone else out of their money, for at least luckily enough it was only them both.
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Darxin watched the thievery scene unfold as that flaming streak of red hair dashed off, blue eyes going wide with bewilderment. Boy, that girl picked a bad situation to rob someone in, and he knew it. All the people around and she'd no doubt end up on the watch list for crime. As the men passed by him, of course, he overheard them laughing and joking about the incident, as if they didn't have anything important on them. Definitely watch list material. They wouldn't arrest her for an unsuccessful theft, but the guard of Wortgott would certainly note her down as a suspect, along with her physical description, which was certainly indelible. Dismissing the events as irrelevant to his person without forgetting them, Caelsancti moved to a tree in the square in its own patch of grass bordered off by the typical, patterned-cobblestone road motif that decked the city, enjoying its slight shade even with the morning sunlight in his face as the sun came off the horizon. There he found a perfect view off the edge of the square to the Noxard Ocean, ships from Dayaman emerging over the sea into the foreground and docking into Wortgott.