Meanwhile, outside as Mara and Zafron hurried out of The Golden Thread, two scruffy-looking men sauntered across the street, their voices carrying on the afternoon breeze.
"I'm telling you, Brutus, it's your fault we got nabbed," Ratface grumbled, his British accent noticeable but not overpowering. "If you hadn't insisted on nicking that fancy necklace—"
Brutus, the bulkier of the two, scoffed. "Oh, shut it, you idiot. That necklace would've fetched a pretty penny if you hadn't tripped over your own feet."
"My feet? It was your big behind that knocked over that fruit stand! Did your numb head bother to think why that monkey came for me lamb meat?!"
They continued bickering as they ambled down the street, their shabby clothes and unkempt appearance drawing wary glances from passersby.