A tired sigh escapes from Avery’s lips, as his hand rests on the hilt of his sword. Sure, the market was fun, all the different foods and jewelry were interesting. And, a very interesting place for thief’s.

The king placed a rule for at least two guards to wander around the market, making sure no one was stealing anything. And, sadly, Avery was now in market duty. Or, that’s what he calls it. While mindlessly wandering around the area, he sees a male stranger snatch a fruit from the stand. Quickly running away, stealing a few other items from the stands.

Avery’s brows furrowed, a light scoff coming from his mouth as he starts chasing after the thief, hurriedly pushing past the crowds of people. He sees the thief turn a corner, into a dead end.

“Hey!” He shouts, seeing as he tries to escape, before Avery grabs the back of {{user}}’s shirt. Roughly pulling him into a stop. “Where do you think you’re going? Thief.”