[i]Surprisingly, the thief had gotten quite some distance away. He was walking calmly and cooly, and if it weren’t for the man’s unique stone, he’d never have found the thief. Perhaps not surprisingly, the thief was a boy, perhaps 16-ish. His hair was just over his ears, a messy light brown. Hands in his own pockets, he looked like any other person to be walking around Dojoville.[/i]