[They continue to move along their predetermined path, and it’ll be soon enough that they’ll be near one of the guard buildings. It only proves just how impulsive these thieves were, so eager they had been to steal while literally under the nose of authority just around the corner.]

It appears that strife, in some form or another, will always be prevalent no matter where you hail from.

[He can be more open with his wording when it’s just the two of them. For now, let them take a moment to turn in these two petty thieves to the guards. Ardyn explains the situation with ease, unflappable as always, and the two are shuffled off out of their care.

When they finally do leave the building, Ardyn dismisses his sword. It fades away in a flash of red magic, tucked away somewhere far easier to carry. Presumably.]

I hope you haven’t been running yourself worn, flitting about in an attempt to help everyone stricken with illness.