Renard chuckled. “Bumbling. Sure it wasn’t one of my finer lifts, but you have missed so much.” Renard placed a small pouch on the table and pulled the string so it fell open, revealing a modest pile of gold. “That was your Guy. Took it when I walked in. Not the only thing I took.” Renard said. “Feel free to take your money back. I don’t steal for gold.” He winged as he pulled the arrow from his hand. He gestured to Guy with the arrow. “Now, how can you say it was a bad thing? Everyone here is here for a good time. I’m facilitating.” Renard tucked the arrow into his belt. Turning to Abia, he spoke. “Do you have a cloth? I’d hate to keep bleeding and cause a mess.”<br/><br/>Renard held up his hand to look through the hole. “Oh, and as the best Thief this side of the ocean, you might want to check your pouches.” He said lowering his hand to apply pressure. “Don’t worry. There’s nothing worth the effort here. Besides maybe some of the more exotic alcohol. However, it’s too hard to sell.”