It wasn't that he was hot, or sweating, he just felt hot. Too many people, the weather was oppressively pleasant, and it wasn't snowy and cold. There was a reason S'ric much preferred the frozen, blizzard coated cabin up in Hyoite and not this... stinking, humanoid cluster of people, things, and bright sun.
It wasn't that he had problem navigating the crowd either. People parted for S'ric like water around a shark. He didn't even notice they moved, and most did so naturally. He was tall, faintly broad, and those that didn't move were moved. Without thought. Anyone that protested weren't even heard, because no one here mattered. He'd already killed his target, whose hand, rings, and ear were back in his room that he he'd paid for.
Now, he just had to dump off the small envelop of information to Vesd. The damned snow elf couldn't make anything easy, and just come collect it from S'ric. The werewolf knew that it was the elf's way of keeping their relationship... somewhat level. Not doing what S'ric said, making S'ric come to him on occasion. The werewolf didn't care enough to make a thing of it. With nothing but time on his hand, going to a meeting location to turn in some paper was nothing.
That did mean S'ric had to wander through the markets to find the particular stall Vesd was pretending to work at this morning. When someone bumped into him, it was just another bump.
Someone else who hadn't moved fast enough, and didn't even register, until it became more of a thing. An encounter. S'ric's cool blue eyes regarded the tiny man who had run into him, who spouted apologies. S'ric had money enough, and wouldn't have missed the pilfered coins. The letter, however. It didn't even occur to him to check for it until the man, the boy, ran.
S'ric's expression didn't change but his hand slid into his pocket, found it empty, and then he moved. The werewolf didn't have to run to track the thief. He was taller than damn near the entire crowd and they moved readily enough, even when he quickened his pace. In all likelihood, if he had ran, it'd have been harder to move through them.
He tailed his prey and, much to his delight he saw that they ducked into somewhere they might have a private chat. Quiet as you please, S'ric entered the alley. It didn't particularly matter he couldn't be heard, because he was definitely hard to miss. Tall, dressed in a black long coat etched in bright blue thread with matching, shining black boots, and wild, snow white hair. There would be no mistaking him for the very gentleman that Taeo had accidentally run into just moments previous.
Rather than be overly angry that the little human had dare stole from him, there was a faint hint of amusement. Not the best for Taeo. It wasn't every day someone tried, after all, and it didn't even occur to S'ric that someone would be able to get away from him once they'd tried. This one certainly hadn't.
Before his prey thought to dash away, S'ric snatched ahold of his arm. "You have something of mine," he said, simple and straight to the point.