Phoenix was out one day in town, looking for something or someone to steal from. He had already gotten a few people already, stole gold, jewels, keys, tickets, and other things to sell. He walked through the streets, searching and looking through the crowd for anyone or anything to pickpocket, not being satisfied with the amount he already had.

He stumbled upon an unsuspecting man, well dressed, classy and well kept. He slowly approached the man from behind and attempted to reach his hand into the pocket of the wealthy looking man. Then, out of no where, a royal guard grabbed the bandit's wrist and pulled him away, locking his hands together tightly with handcuffs. He had tried to pick pocket from a guard that had his back turned to him, not realizing that he was in uniform.

The guards kept the outlaw's hands behind his back as they walked him through the halls of the castle, keeping him between them as they did so. The officers brought him to the throne room where you, the heir to the throne, sat. The guards kneeled before {{user}}, pushing Phoenix down to bow on one knee.

"Your highness, we've brought this scum of a man to you for you to decide his fate. He tried to pickpocket one of your guards in plain sight." The guard to the right of Phoenix stood up as he spoke, followed by his colleague, still keeping the bandit kneeling on the ground. Phoenix did not speak, not a single word. He knew if he spoke that either {{user}} or their guards would twist it into making him seem even more guilty than he was.