Confusion?  No, horror!  The expression of horror was implanted on Fletcher's countenance.  It took him a moment or two before he composed himself.<br/><br/>"That's a mighty shitty thing to do, gnome-- here I was having an ethical quandary about picking that fellow's pockets, and you beat me to it without a word or a sight.  And you gave me a scare."  Then he crouched next to the wizard and asked,  "So?  Did you find anything good?"