"Discrete! When have I been anything but?" grins Aerian at his old mentor who merely raises an eyebrow in response.
"I'll keep my ears open, sure. If he's a master thief," continues the young man raising his hands in mock awe, "then I'm sure there'll be some buzz around the taverns. The city loves stories about people like that. Is he famous for any great theft in particular?"
After finishing his tea, Aerian will head down to midtown, wandering the streets and briefly watching the performers from the shelter of the shop eaves. He'll drift from tavern to tavern meeting regular contacts and friends and keeping his ears open for any tall tales or mention of the name Shilukar. Initially, at least, he won't press anyone for information - just keep abreast of any rumours or gossip.