Conan was mumbling all sorts of profanities under his breath. "Honestly, how did I let you talk me into this?" He rummaged around, searching, nose crinkling as he went. The smell was awful... The only thing that made staying worthwhile was seeing KID get his hands dirty. Literally. "And just HOW did you manage to lose your target in a dump again?"
KID grumbled. "I told you, the wind was strong and it slipped out of my hand and jewels are slippery you know and I just-so-happened to be over a dump..."
Conan snorted. "You're lucky I don't hate you."