And that's the question Jintare sometimes asked himself. But as he tells himself, he now tells to Melmac. "Well you see, I'm not just a thief, and it honestly helps me home my skills. I sell my services to anyone who pays for them. Espionage, theft, that sort of thing. And well, pickpocketing and theft helps me practice my techniques for stealth." Pulling two chairs from the table, Jintare offered one to Melmac, offering the rug in the middle of the small shack for his companion.
"And well, as far as this being the best I can do, I could afford more, but I'm trying to save money to get out of this town and travel. I'm hoping to acquire a small ship if I can. But after today, I may need to leave town for awhile anyways. And as for the explanation I owe you, normally I don't attack my marks. This one is trouble. He's not just a merchant, he's one of the most corrupt and cruel merchants in Essyrn. People who get in the way of his empire disappear. And well, one day when I was out I managed to catch a glimpse of him, so I followed. He led me right to one of his smuggler's safehouses. I managed to pick a few coins from his pocket and snagged a ring of his keys. Obviously you heard him threaten the guard, well, he's got half of the city guard in his pocket, and the ones that aren't, are in the pocket of someone who is. I guess you could say I have a slight vendetta against him. I want to bring him down. The list of those who have disappeared after asking too many questions is far beyond any damage I may do by hurting him." Reaching to one of the bags on the table, he handed it to Melmac. This bag in particular was notable for its sheer weight. "Go ahead, look inside. That bag is filled with gold coins from nearly every nation in Le'raana. I got that after I used the key ring I got and snuck into one of his dens."