Chéri shrugged “People who, hypothetically, would come from the same direction where the criminals have come from, no? If we are playing the game of what could happen, there could be other people.” Chéri continued, still not worried at all. Chéri didn’t move, letting the man find their very fine, very dirty shoes, waiting for them to come back.

“In town. Less than a month. I am Pierre,” any name would appease the man at this point, at least partially, concluded Chéri, borrowing the name from what Zechariah had deemed decent enough to be carried for older men’s comfort. Chéri bent their head to the side “What sort of thieves take nothing?”