As Felix walks, Naugus slithers along from shadow to shadow, keeping close as he can manage, sometimes moving to travel in the younger mage's own shade when the pickings are slim. "A map? I thought you knew the area well enough! Why don't we just roam and find the first unseemly tavern that attracts the sort we're hunting for?" Hunting is a thrilling word in this context. He giggles to himself, the sound not seeming to have a proper source as he slips from one shadow to the next.

"A good idea, that. Someone so bold to steal from this Prince is one who'll be just as bold to brag about the act. And from there...?" How much carnage is Felix willing to either enact or witness?