“Hey! Stop! Thief!” The shopkeeper yelled as the figure in a black cloak pulled over their head hiding their face, as they darted down the street away from the man’s stand.
You ran down the street dodging the other people on the street. Tucked under your arm was a loaf of bread that you had snatched off the man’s stand. It’s not like you enjoyed stealing, but you had to do something or you would die. Your parents had died when you were a child. They were simple merchants so there was no money after they died so you were tossed out into the street. You had tried to work, but no one wanted to hi