As the boy spilled his bag's contents onto the table, John realized that he hadn't stolen anything from him, and more than that, that the boy was not quite human, or elven for that matter.
He briefly wondered how he had come to sit across from this youth, wondering what to say. The odds and ends were interesting, if only because of the boy that carried them, and he reached out a massive, scarred arm to reach one of the folded papers the boy had in his possession.
Though, it seemed that the paper would have to wait, since their impromptu meeting was about to be interrupted by a much more scheduled one.