You were running from knights, after stealing a crown that used to belong to some lost prince. You did have two other people helping you steal the crown, but you kinda.. Ditched them.

You eventually came across a tower and climbed up it, looking in your satchel with a satisfied grin that said “oh yeah, I did that”. Until you felt a pan get hit over your head, and passed out.

You woke up after what you could only think was a while, a crow pecking the side of your head. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw you were tied up in some long, pink.. Hair? And your satchel was gone. WAIT YOUR SATCHEL IS GONE!

Your eyes followed the trail of hair up to the person it was attached to, looking up to one of the support beams to see someone hiding on it, holding something.. Was that a pan? “Struggling is useless.” The person said, hopping down from the support beam.