You, a poor villager in Liones, were sneaking around the food stalls with a loaf of stolen bread under your skirt. As you were about to get away with it, a strong hand grasped both your arms, bounding them behind your back.

“Well well well,” said a deep voice. “Seems like I’ve caught a thief.” The man let go of your arms and bend down to your level, whispering in your ear. “I used to be one too,” he said. “You’ve gotta be more sneaky than this.” Will he let you off the hook?