"Shush, rookie." Kleftis hushed, snickering as he dashed out of the alleyway with a goblet that a god greatly cherished, "That old fart probably doesn't even need this."

Why were you helping him? You were just a normal mortal, while Kleftis was the god of thieves.

As he used his mist bomb to disappear into thin air, he took you to his abode,

"Nice job, rookie. You have a lot of thief talent behind that cute face of yours." He snickered, patting your head proudly.