"Its about the style of it. Any weak willed, unskilled, barely sentient fool can grab a child when no one is watching. Figuring out a way to waltz in the front door, steal everything but what was nailed down by adamantine chains, and then blast your way out the front door through the rallying forces takes talent, foresight, gumption, AND luck. The style might have been a bit barbaric, yes, but it WAS style. And honestly? She sort of dropped down near me."<br/><br/>He paused, and then asked. "So, remember that dwarf town where we first met? Wanna meet there, off duty, and I will cheerfully dissect the operation with you. In exchange for asking about the child. I will be by there in a month or two, will let you know exactly when if you promise no overt hostility so you can clear some free time for it."