Wanderer watched as Anon cornered him after the chase. Despite his situation, a small smirk was plastered onto his face, his expression falsely nonchalant.

He simply did the next best thing he could think of to grab Anon’s attention, which was, of course, showing the mora pouch he had just ‘borrowed’.

Now, Wanderer knows there are probably better ways he could try to interact with the persistent person who caught him, but he decided to go with this.

His mind, ready to negotiate paired with the most charming of tones - Wanderer was ready to talk his way out of this situation.

“You’re quite fast, aren’t you?” A small intake of air, followed by a snicker, “How about you at least tell me your name before you try to turn me in?”