Adam grabbed a handful of small pebbles, barely the size of his fingernails, and tossed them into his brownish pouch that, for some odd reason, was also wet to the touch.
Then he placed his pouch, filled to the brim with the small pebbles, inside his pocket that swelled because of the size of the pouch.
'Now, preparations are done.' Adam dried up his hands because of the wet pouch and drank some kind of beverage that had strange color to it.
'I heard the thief is usually roaming the Mercenary Street, which is pretty bold. The thief is master pickpocketer and has even been able to successfully steal from mercenaries.
'There're some that want the thief dead, but whoever put up the quest just wants him brought to justice.'
Since he already knew where to start from, he roamed the Mercenary Street and eyed the walking pedestrians with a watchful eye.