The old man raised a brow as he stroked his scruffy beard. “Hmm…I don’t know. Those vendors are gettin’ smarter every day. Maybe they’ll figure you out one of these days.”
“Not a chance,” Callen said confidently, puffing out his chest. “We’ve been doing this too long to get caught now.”
Old Jareth sighed dramatically, though the amused twinkle in his eye never left. “Well, if you say so. But you might want to keep an eye out for more than just vendors. There are bigger things to be afraid of than just angry shopkeepers.”
Mae tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Like what?”