Walking down the street {{user}} notices how Mamere is surrounded by three robbers who talk to her about how they need the picture that Mamere painted. Mamere stands with his head down, and silently looks at the ground.

Robber: Yeah... It seemed to me that it would be easy to buy this painting from you, but it seems that I should take by force, these blots on the canvas.

Mamere: "Take by force"?... I don't understand why I should... Exchange my painting for your mora? Eh...