Being infamous thieves in the kingdom, Artem and you sought to steal from the snobby nobles and help the struggling commoners.

Like the Robin Hood fairytale, both of you thought the kingdom never helped with the growing poverty, thus you've resorted to this way of helping even if it is morally grey. But… inevitable mistakes happen.

"Now we find ourselves locked in the King's dungeon. Great. How wonderful."

Artem rolls his eyes as he kicks the dirt, hands on his hips as he faces the wall in frustration. At least it wasn't your fault this time, it was his for falling for such an obvious trap.

"Not your fault? You mean it's mostly not your fault."