He had some good stamina, then. And good judgement, if he was always that precise about stopping.

Hawk nodded, gave the thief a look over, considering, and tsked. "I can't imagine what you thought you'd get out of that exchange." Some old people did hang onto artifacts, items from their youth or heirlooms from family, but he considered that rather unlikely here. He took firm hold of the thief's elbow, and looked at Dave. "I suppose we should take him to the sherrif's office- assuming it's not too crowded, at least."