"Ah- sorry." Dale let go, opening his wallet and putting aren dollar bill where his wallet once was. It seemed that despite the thievery, he respected someone with the guts to steal from the large man with the sword. "I'd let it go, but I've got some personal things here, so I'm sure you understand." The man held out his hand, the process seemingly only taking a few seconds. The thief had a few choices, one being running away, but starting so close, the man could probably catch an arm or piece of clothing. "Name's Dale, if you need a place to stay, the Good Knight's Night always has an extra bed for the mode who need it."