Dattan

Dattan considers the man's words carefully.

He was right about the men, they were not thieves. They would make poor allies and his life would be so much easier without them.

But . . . treasure. Shiny shiny treasure. For a moment, a brief moment the idea of lieing crossed his mind, but he could not do that. Dattan was a thief, a scoundrel and worse . . . but to give his word to a dieing thief . . .
"I give my word that I will help your men find the trouble and give them their shares."