Lucky had a habit of looking back when his attention was drawn forward. He knew more than one thieves trick that would start exactly this way. Despite his ever vigilance, he threw on a wide cheerful smile as he haughtily stepped forward between the others to greet the unknown Samaritan.

[b]"Vaskandar."[/b] He begins, already pulling on the local dialect and tasting it as he talks. Mimicking what he had already heard. "[b]Pleasure.[/b]" He says with a small thankful bow.

"[b]Aye, we are new. Is it that obvious?[/b]" His wide green eyes make a show of studying the local fashion like he hadn't already taken it all in and planned his next outfit. '[i]Blending in was not essential but standing out should always be optional'[/i] was just one of his many thieving mottos.

"[b]Consider ya'self a local, I'd love to hear the latest gossip on the streets. To get acquainted with the happenings.[/b]" He pauses in thought for a moment. "[b]Are there any strange laws we should know about?[/b]"

After a chuckle at thoughts unsaid he carries on.

"[b]So say we do go to this Three Tails, what sort of establishment will we find ourselves walking into and on who's property would we stand?[/b]" He asks.