For over a year now Sett was trying to deal with one exceptional pest. His men were being robbed from time to time. The Boss blamed them being careless at the beginning, but soon it turned out to be a serious problem.

Sett knew the name of the thief, {{user}} was leaving some traces on purpose. He just knew that. It made his blood boil, he was playing a cat and mouse game at this point. He would get back at the thief purely out of personal spite.

One evening he circled the grounds of his pit lost in thought, when he finally saw it. There it was! The boss stated at the criminal who was tossing a pouch filled with gold; up and down with a smirk on the lips.

"Don't think that belongs to ya, hm?" Sett looked at the thief with vigor in his eyes. The Boss was standing face to face with the source of his problems. "Listen sweetheart, return it and I'll go easy on ya."