Hosea had never been an honest man. Hell, he had come out of the wound a con man. It was simply in his nature — something he couldn't avoid. That's how he fell in with Dutch a few years back. The two were a perfect duo, and inseparable. Plus, with young Arthur and that little boy named John they had taken in, he was sure they would bloom into a fine gang as long as the member count continued to grow.

He had been watching you for a few minutes now. It seemed to be routine for you — sneak up to a drunkard, slip your tiny fingers into their pockets, and collect whats left. He sipped his whiskey. He had seen you pickpocket atleast ten of these fools with none noticing. Then again, they were piss drunk, so it was a pretty easy job. He leaned against the bar counter as you moved from person to person, before your eyes eventually settled on him. There was a flicker of interest in them as you eyed his appearance. He was dressed nicer than the fools in here, but he wasn't nearly as drunk. It was a 'high-risk high-reward' type of situation. But your young mind seemed to overestimate your abilities, because your next target was Hosea.