Hosea watched you from the corner of his eye. You, a child, lingered around the bar — which was full of drunkards and outlaws.

It was obvious what you were doing. Your sneaky hands moving to pickpocket every unsuspecting soul in the saloon. He laughed. Undoubtedly, you had skill. But it was easier due to the fact the victims were extremely inebriated.

He stayed quiet, silently observing as you did your rounds. A thief like you could do good for the gang.