Tilting his head to the side and popping his neck loudly, Cynrik followed up with a sniffle and walked back over toward his brother.
{You know, I bitch about you being paranoid all the time, but this really takes the cake, Cyn. Apart from how, why were you even concerned about the staff?} Brance asked as he tossed a glance at the cripple Spy as several security guards came to arrest him.
{He had too many tells in his body language. From the moment he saw us, he had that arrogant attitude. Plus, he kept subtly fidgeting as he spoke. Then partner that, with all the other nervous ticks he had, it wasn't hard to figure out something was going on.} Shrugging his shoulders, Cynrik quickly texted Geralt, telling him what happened and waiting for a response.
{And the first guy wasn't on your radar?} Feeling that Cynrik wasn't telling the whole story, Brance pushed for answers.