Arthur didn't exactly find impromptu shopping trips for Dutch and Hosea to be any kind of fun. Not as he leaned against an alley wall, scowling in the direction of a vendor who sold him a too-pricey fish.

Not as the people yammered on and on, their fine shoes on the cobblestone endlessly annoying to the young man - maybe he was just angry, or maybe he was rightfully annoyed. Whatever, he was supposed to wait here, in this alley, for Hosea to reconvene with him. To go back to camp and enjoy the last dregs of the evening.

All of that seemed for naught as a quick figure managed to steal his satchel right off his shoulders.

"A- Hey-!?" He shouted, standing dumbfounded a moment before breaking into sprint in this mystery thief's direction.