Arran was a touch out of breath by the time they reached the cellar door. Of course, it wasn't because Theo maintain a fairly brutal, if stop start, pace. It was because he'd been up since very early being chased by skeletons and the like. Why wouldn't he be tired? And he wasn't worn out. He just needed a breath. So, it was good that the rushing around was winding down.<br/><br/>The transformed apprentice released his heat-sensing spell as the thief lit the candle. It could be a touch blinding, and he needed to be care as he made his way down the staircase, taking great pains to avoid the steps that the thief had pointed out. Various possible consequences of failing to do so flashed through his mind. Falling axes, poison darts, bear traps and trap-doors leading away into the earth. Maybe even something magic.<br/><br/>Still, he navigated his way down simply enough, and meandered his way around the central table to observe what the boy was doing - feeling a small twinge of jealousy when the thief removed his hood. Pretty boy. Or at least, better looking than he had been. Had been. Arran frowned. The jealousy was irrational. He wasn't a man at the moment. And anyway, when he turned back he could make himself as amazing to look at as he wanted. If he wanted to.<br/><br/>He let his eyes drift down to the three piles. Books, weapons and jewels, and clothes and jewels. It was an impressive haul. And king's ransom compared to what he had stolen before. That was more in the realm of a bolt of cloth or a single fancy trinket. This kid had taken everyone at the inn to the cleaners. Suddenly a little nervous, Arran checked the piles again, looking for anything that might be his. It was irrational, surely, as he didn't have anythign worth stealing. Just a little money and the herbs.