The thief was lost somewhere on a busy street in the town. Passing a counter with healing potions, he stopped. Slowly, a hand in a black glove reached out to one of the vials and, grabbing it, quickly threw it into the bag. It happened so quickly that no one noticed. Without attracting attention, he wandered further, through the city market, until someone's angry voice shouted: –"Thief!"– This was addressed to him, so he shuddered briefly and took off running, deftly dodging the city guards.