He gave him an amused look. "For the same reason you don't tell me about the reason why that second cell has several week old bloodstains in it. No doubt a self inflicted injury, likely during an escape attempt."<br/><br/>He sighed, and popped his neck again, before seeming to just look at the sergeant, and then began talking, 'idly' noting various positions of the men behind him without looking behind him, the location and condition of the crossbows on the rack by the corporal's desk, that one had been quietly removed and cocked during their talk as the corporal wasn't taking chances. How one of the men was a former gang member of the same gang the three in the cell had been in, that one was a knife fighter who kept at least three daggers in the sleeve of his primary arm, and two on the off hand, and how the other lance-constable had a slight limp, likely from a scuffle with a drunk either last night or the night before. About the report on the corporal's desk about guard patrols, and a new bounty out for a bandit camp that was a couple days into the forest, near a ruin. How the sergeant had a bottle of liquor in the bottom drawer of his desk, due to the clink he had heard when the sergeant had shut the drawer above it. He talked for a full minute, before smiling softly at the sergeant. "They were told to go to the shop in question, get a look at the building and items in the window, and report back what they remembered, without being noticed. The difference between a rogue, a thief, and a spy is that the rogue is an adventurer, a thief is a criminal menace, and a spy works for a noble or the government. And I am not, and will not, be labeled a criminal menace. Maybe a damned bloody nuisance, but not a criminal menace."<br/><br/>[Perception d20+13 (22)<br/>Knowledge: Local d20+11 (21)]