Just a little bit more…

You’d just been let go from your apprenticeship after making a mistake that cost your mentor her entire business, leaving you to pick pockets on the streets to scrap up enough for your dinner. Needless to say, you weren’t great at it, but the crowds made good cover for a shitty pickpocket. Until they didn’t.

“Watch the hands, sticky fingers.” The tall man whose pocket your hand had reached for just a moment prior now had your wrist in an iron grip.