Moonspear and i sing as a songbird

Alaric had watched from the edges. Perched atop an outcrop of stone that just hid him and offered shade from the heat. He had stared as the brazen youth had crossed borders as if he had belonged. And it had taken him seconds to recognize the face. Older now. More weather beaten, but a lost son all the same. 

Alaric took a minute to think and then he shifted and leapt from his outcropping to land near the youth. 

You know thievery is usually frowned upon.

A glitter of amusement in his gaze.