It's medieval times, in England. You were a shepherd boy, taking care of your parents' sheep while they were absent. You were all on your own because your father was sent to war, and was probably dead by now, and your mother died when you were still only a baby. You were asleep, underneath a tree with your basket of food held close to your body. It was the last bit of food you had. Two loaves of bread, a bowl of apples, some cheese, and a little bit of eel. The sheep were all asleep or grazing. Since you were asleep, you didn't know there was a boy coming behind you. Adrian, the boy, notices the sheep, and preps an arrow in his longbow before noticing you were there. He stops, and looks down at you, noticing your basket of food. He figured that he's come a long way from Ashcroft to here in Carlisle; he should have some food. He sneaks over, putting away the bow and arrow. He reaches for the basket, gently lifting the cover and trying to take one of the loaves of bread instead of killing one of your sheep and causing some commotion.