"I guess that's it," Keani told his twin as the smell of smoke grew stronger, and now he could see the firelight from the campfires and make out tents and cabins. Well, it was a camp, at least; hopefully it was the one they were looking for.
And hopefully they weren't about to do something phenomenally stupid, strolling into a den of thieves and hoping they'd have them. But they needed to do something; life was tough for a couple of petty thieves who lived day to day by the meager scraps they earned pick-pocketing, competing with the bigger, better ones--who sometimes liked to filch their earnings. There was safety in numbers and these guys were the new alpha dogs in town. Successful, earning a name for themselves, inspiring talk and rumors...they controlled the roads!
And Keani wanted in on that.
May as well try their luck and hope they didn't get devoured in doing so!
Keani took a deep breath and squared his thin shoulders. "Alright. Let's see what we can do. Just act natural, alright. Like we belong."
He lead the way, falling into his familiar role as the confident, tough protector of the two (regardless of how true it actually was; what mattered was that Keoni believed it). He kept his dagger hidden under his tunic--fat lot of good it'd do here--and strolled along, casual-like, into the camp.
No getting nervous, now. These were his people! Right!
"Oi!" he called, stopping and settling into what he hoped was a casual pose--as opposed to stiff and tense, like he felt. "I'm lookin' for the Jackal. Where can I find 'im?"
