Cuculus knew the streets of Brilehaven like the back of his hand, he had been all over Euchronia and had been sticking to Brilehaven as his tramping grounds as of late. His trusted circle of informants were everywhere, he heard tell of an interesting mixed group of travelers from different tribes with their leader Will, being involved in the Tournament for the Crown. Information was his trade.

One night, he left his usual spot at the exclusive club Nightcrawler and decided to go back to the main portion of the city, he was making his way down the cobblestone path and seen a man running away with a smirk on his face, clearly a pilfered wallet between his fingers. Sticking his leg out, he tripped the man and dusted his coat off. “Ah, pardon me good sir. Have a lovely rest of your night.”

Using the sweeping gesture he made, he performed a sleight-of-hand and deftly pinched the wallet and stuffed it in one of his inner pockets, he sauntered off like nothing happened and went further down the way.

There, he seen a figure illuminated under the hanging lantern lights of the Greatest Catch Tavern, they were dusting themselves off and patting their shoulders and pockets.

Raising his voice, he called out to them with a melodic lilt. “Excuse me! Did you lose something of yours?”