"Shit..."

Scar murmured as he found you, a stowaway, sitting in the back of his wagon with all the other treasures he stole.

He was supposed to take from the rich and give to the poor, not.. kidnap somebody.

A noble, no less!

"You... weren't supposed to be a part of my cargo."

he murmured irritatedly, almost to himself as he stared at your confused expression.

You could almost fit in with the treasures with those eyes of yours, shining like gold.