Lautrec was both surprised and pleased that his message was understood. This meant that there was at least someone who understood the basic thieves’ cant signals, which were universal in their meaning. He decided to take a closer look at the woman’s features after she introduced herself, taking a moment to stare into her eyes. As he did so, he found himself being drawn in, as the warmth they were exuding caught him off-guard. Blood seemed to rush to his ears as he was mesmerized by her gaze.
This lasted for a long moment, the moment broken as she once again said she was called “V”. With the spell broken, reality rushed back as Lautrec remembered where he was and who he was surrounded by. That was possibly too close, he almost let his guard down and reached to take her hand stretched through the bars. He shuddered to think what could have happened, had he fallen for the likely trap. Nevertheless, a deal was a deal and dishonoring it would tarnish his name, which in turn he proceeded to write.
The dusty floor of the dungeon serving as the canvas, he painted his name upside down so she could read it better, and with a flick of his wrist, summoned Willow to illuminate it in a small glow. As he did so, he this time tapped his chest with a palm, indicating that the name was his. When he made certain that she read it, he took a hand and wiped the name away, after which he made a show of grabbing Willow and snuffing out her light. No need to let them know she was intangible after all.
It seemed like Lautrec made the right call, as guards soon after escorted in another fellow, who seemed much more violent than even Bark. At least he was slightly insane, in a methodical way, but this new prisoner seemed completely out of it. Lautrec didn’t want to look, but from the sounds of it the man tried to claw his way out through the walls. Apparently, it didn’t work as he did not hear any bending or stones collapsing. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he looked back into V’s eyes and made some more hand signals finishing with a nod in Gail's direction.
Well the whole point of thieves' cant is for it to require a sort of cypher which you learn, so that not everyone can understand. For example in this instance the word [me] would be something like "a tug on the ear", most people would think it has something to do with listening, at least that's what they'd think of first.
So it's less pointing and shaking heads as a code that is not understandable by anyone without the cheat sheet (basically knowing the language).
I will say though, that Lautrec would attempt the pointing and things like that if he saw that Y'Vanna doesn't understand, as he's trying to get a point across (introduce yourself first), and not a message that is less likely to be understood by prying eyes. So if you want, it is completely fine for her to understand what he wants from her.
EDIT: I do like your suggestion of how easy or difficult it is to understand though.
Easy could be something that is universally understood by thieves who learned the cant, and difficult etc. could be something that is unique to the group that was established within themselves.
I'm experimenting with how to show thieves' Cant. For now I'm thinking of putting it in a hider in case someone's character doesn't know it, and wishes to not know what Lautrec is saying because of that. If everyone understands it / doesn't mind seeing his meanings I can just get rid of the hider altogether. Let me know!
The big man just kept barking for a while, be as time went on Lautrec was less and less concerned. He was exuding an air of confidence as he was finishing his meal, making sure to leave some of it. Seems the old coot have had enough and finally starting to calm down and talked some more with the shorty in the other cell. Lautrec knew it was his wards at hand, making it extra effective in Justin’s direction. It was just like facing down dogs, had to be confident and not flinch to show that they were no threat to you. Then, there was the hope of them believing the bluff, but that was a whole different story.
He scraped what remained of the grub into his hand and attempted to throw it over his shoulder behind him, as was proper, but the white mass disagreed. It stuck to his hand for dear life, and as he tried to rid of it with his other hand it just stuck to it instead. And he had eaten this? He knew he had to have an edge over these people, and since it looked like they weren’t eating their own portions, he was going to make sure to have the extra energy to burn. Now, he was starting to question the wisdom of that decision.
As he finally got the blasted thing off from his hands and onto the floor next to him, just barely missing the edge of his meticulously drawn patterns, the woman from the next cell spoke to him, signifying that she was to be his next tribulation he’d have to surpass. He turned his torso and head slightly toward her, as he started making different hand signs in thieves’ Cant.
It wasn’t the most sophisticated language, meant for simplicity and getting the point across instead of long debates with flowery words and endless meanings, but it worked well enough. If she knew the Cant, she’d understand. If not, well… That might pose some problems. Still, he didn’t want to give away his name without an exchange, so he’d force her to reveal hers first, as was customary. The power of a name was immense, after all.
I'd say you'd be either brought in to the prison (where the rest of us are in our respective cells), or you could be brought in separately from the rest of us as a late arrival when we go see the King. I'd wait for @Arkitekt the GM to tell you what you could do though.
In the meantime, perhaps read our posts to catch up and get a sense of what the other characters are like, so when you are brought in, you'll know.