Yes so I stepped out the shadows long enough to pilfer a meager coin or
two so as to buy a wee loaf of bread.

Now I've been around the blocks of Shallam once or twice and I know
those of us less fortunate who are forced to steal what we must to
survive often become victims of the blood thirsty savages sometimes
known as self proclaimed 'thief hunters'. Although the term pauper
bashing would be more fitting.

So imagine my surprise when my lovely wife strolled in to ask how I was
doing on such a fine day, and some overburdened aristocrat mistakes my
expertly dexterous fingers for those of my wives. Then runs crying to
the arms of the previously mentioned pauper bashers!

The pauper bashers being so hungry for blood and coin gladly rush to
aide in their 'noble' quest for justice. Seeking to hunt and slay
someone for walking into the room where I was busy at work.

Clearly the moral of this tale of horrific mistreatment is I am seeking
to hire on Silas for robbing me... ah wait it was Rangor who robbed me
so lets hire on him... come to think of it perhaps it was Kiet who
robbed me... its so hard to tell who robs you sometimes, especially when
there is no one else around and you hand your objects directly to the
person robbing you, I can see where this can get confusing to the lesser
mind.

So lets get together and go pauper bashing, who cares if they did it or
not. Because hey, they might just know someone who did!

-Z

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 499 AF.