His eyes widened as he managed to grease the palm of the old vendor for more information. His heart pulsed with aching dread, it seems again they were to just barely slip from him again. He pushed for more information, "So you're saying they were arranging to sell something to you today or tomorrow?"

The old man responded, " Yes, he wasn't terribly specific about time. Other than it would a particularly interesting item." 

"And which one of them is coming?" 

"The middle one with the beard and braids."

"I see."

"Is there anything else?" The merchant said eager to gain more money.

The young man turned his head as he saw something flicker in the corner of his vision. Just his luck, it was the exact same person that was to come. Pulse already racing, he burst after the thief who had already began hightailing it. His quarry was slippery one already he had tried making his way through a crowded area with stalls. The man who had spied on him cursed his luck at drawing his attention but kept his eyes out on any distraction. Arm outstretched he knocked various things and began tossing objects back. Sound of objects hitting the ground could be heard as his pursuer swatted them away with his sheath.

Cut off from the opportunity to use the crowd to blend the thief began making his way through a more lonely part of town hoping duck out in an alley way and escape. Again such luxury was permitted due to his pursuer's almost single minded drive to get him. "Dammit" He said to himself as he saw a figure in front of him get larger. Strange man with armor and a bag next to him. Would be worth taking a second glance and maybe a juicy target for robbing, but stopping would be foolish. Instead he simply jumped over the back head tilting back to see his distance. 

The pursuer wasn't so lucky, his focus on the target keeping unaware of the obstacle until the last minute. He hit the ground hard with his face and clothing rubbing on the dirt, pain shooting up in mouth as canines skewered the tip of his tongue as the flavor of salt and metal filled his mouth. He let out a raspy yelp that was followed up by a long string of obscenities. Still he would not be defeated so easily, rolling on his side he palmed around for what felt like rock. He tossed it full force into the head of the thief buying him to scramble upwards as he spat out a gelatinous crimson blob. Sounds of clashing metal from the thief's own blade being blocked the sword and giving to a brief series of attacks filled the air. At least until the sound of clashing metal gave to flesh on face. He beat down the thief while asking where they were, where they did have [i]it[/i], and if his leader was here.