Kael didn't even realize he'd taken a step forward, ready to press the issue with the infuriating girl, until the sharp sound of boots on stone echoed behind him.
Not one pair—two.
He and the girl turned at the same time, and there stood Theo and Jarik, both looking like they'd just tracked a rogue beast into the city, their expressions a mix of concern, amusement and exasperation.
Theo blinked once, taking in the scene—Kael, swordless, glaring at a hooded figure casually holding his practice weapon.
Then he raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement warring with his underlying seriousness. "...Did you seriously get mugged by a girl in a cloak?"
Jarik crossed his arms, a deep frown settling on his face. "She took your sword?"
"Technically—" Kael started, trying to explain the bizarre, mocking chase, but he was immediately cut off.
