"Hmph," the man grumbled. "Petty words." Nonetheless, the man sheathed his knife, swifter than the wind. Suddenly, he leaned in close, almost touching Wyn's ear with his chin. "I'd be more careful when choosing who to pickpocket if I were you. Others might not be as forgiving as I am," he whispered, his warm breath brushing Wyn's ear uncomfortably, before walking away.
