[Some lad's looking a bit worn-out. Also in the wilderness. He's talking with a bit of stumbling haste, particularly soft to compensate in politeness for tiredness making him a bit less conscientious.]

Not the thief. No -- not - not precisely, so far. [He shakes his head.] If, er -- I may ask, where is your camp -- in what... What area?

-- I'm near the Eithne. I think...