The thought that there was honor among thieves was only true in a sense. Separate thieves would cut anyone's throat for the right score. A band of thieves come together, though - there lies the honor and loyalty of tales of old. Once together, committing terrible deeds separate or together, on their own or for hire, no one and nothing could wiggle their way between a bond so strong. And no one should ever try to get between thieves. Attempting to pick off one, knowingly or unknowingly, is a very dangerous game. Camellia was small and weak and kind, and when some men thought that her a tiny, fragile lamb to their wolves, they often found themselves in hard straits. Such was the case in the city Halm, of the kingdom of Jorrel. Far from a child needing constant watching, Camellia had been sent off to pick out from the market whichever foods or herbs she desired to take with them in their travels, while the others were off gathering their own supplies as per usual. It was there that she was set upon by a lecherous man intent on taking her home with him, through intimidation rather than the broken charm he tried to possess. If Archer hadn't shown up to declare he'd been looking for her forever and walked her away, perhaps he would have dragged her off after all. And yet, as quiet an affair as it was, it was far from over. He had only touched the tip of a very frigid iceberg. The next day, in the middle of a sparsely populated but still lively enough market square, while the man was speaking to some of his compatriots, a small, unassuming 'woman' appeared behind him as if out of thin air, and cracked the handle of a dagger against the back of his neck before he could so much as follow the gaze of his companions behind him. Wist watched expressionlessly as the man collapsed slowly and then all at once to the ground, sliding his knife back into concealment. ". . . Gotcha." Ignoring the protests of the man's compatriots, Wist knelt to tie a length of cloth around the man's eyes for whenever he should wake, fully expecting Kappali to show up and shove the others aside, as he did. Just that show of strength was enough to make them pause, and by the time they'd gathered themselves and thought to make another attempt at stopping the strange pair, the blindfolded man was already over Kappali's shoulder, and Wist was holding his knife again. It was only a second after the first sword was drawn that the potential attacker's hand was sliced open at the palm, with hardly a flicker of visible motion on Wist's part. They walked away without further interference after that, and after waiting a moment or two for the commotion to start Archer slid away from the crowd where he'd been watching. It was easy work crossing through unused streets and back alleys to get ahead of Kappali, Wist, and their burden, and meet them near the edge of town. "Smoothly done!" He said with a grin as they approached, clapping his hands a few times as if to praise them when he'd known the job would go exactly as planned. He'd made the plan, after all. "Now. Let's go while he's still sleeping like a hairy, disgusting baby."