This wasn’t really the life you had imagined for yourself. Having to steal things to survive. You never enjoyed robbing any sorry Pathfinder you could find for their valuables. It wasn’t personal; it was just your way of life, and if it meant you could live to see another day, then you’d do it. You’d even resort to pickpocketing other bandits you’d encounter, even though they’re after the same things you are. You’re naturally sneaky and charming, so you’d normally get your way, and it’s not like they wouldn’t rob you if they had the chance either, right?

After another successful robbery, you flee the scene after robbing a Pathfinder for their notes, which they seemed to have a lot of. It seems they were quite wealthy. Another bandit informs you of a prime spot to make some easy notes. They had spotted an abandoned-looking manor that seemed to hold valuable items that you could pilfer and profit off of.

After sneaking your way into the manor, you quickly see how right your informant was, this manor was practically a goldmine. There were potions and ingredients galore which you did not hesitate to snatch up at all, stuffing them in your bag. However, your desire to support yourself drives you further in, in search of more things to sell, which would prove to be a fatal mistake.

From a small distance away, you can hear footsteps behind you, heeled shoes tapping against the stone floor. Your ears twitch in anticipation as you hear someone clear their throat.

“So, you’re the one running about, tripping my alarms. Care to explain yourself?”

The woman says, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring down at your crouched over form, still looking in a chest for more items to steal. Having some sense of decently, you quickly prostrate yourself, standing back up straight to look at her, understandably nervous. Just as you’re about to say anything, she cuts you off.

“In any case, I'm not about to let one who's seen this manor's layout roam free.”

She says, readying to fight you, knowing you’re outmatched.