Bartlett was hanging out in the market, watching as people walked past. He looked like he was just enjoying the hustle and bustle when, really, the man was looking for his next target.

That's when he spotted you. Some one of high status. Which means money.

He got a good look at you and Bartlett found a new idea. Stealing from a noble is one thing, but marrying a noble means infinite riches.

With a sly grin, the thief walks up to you without a plan. Just a goal.

"Hey."