"I don't recall hitting him in the face." Sigmund mused in thought while rubbing his chin, entertained by the shopkeep's train of thinking. "But I suppose he doesn't even qualify for damaged goods now." He half turned to Shiloh and Kachina, glancing at the walls for sacks in particular. "If this isn't the thug as advertised, perhaps we could atleast do the populace a favor and conceal him."