"The one wearing a camouflage suit, white rabbit gloves, and snow deer boots." Arno said.
"Is he telling the truth?" Lith asked, and all the other bandits except the one Arno had singled out nodded like frenzied parrots. "I'm inclined to believe you, but this was all too easy. How do I know you're not framing a poor idiot?
"Maybe you are the one I'm looking for, and your loyal subordinates are covering for you. You friend Ygar was quite tight-lipped, after all."
"Screw Ygar! He was a moron." Arno spat as if speaking that name left a bad taste in his mouth. "Ask Nadrim if you don't believe me. He always brags he knows more about the gang than anyone else."
"Who?" Lith furrowed his brow.
"The bald one with the white rag on his face." Arno replied. "He's been a recruit for a bit longer than me, and claims that during the years he's learned a few things."
