Just some coins to get a beer Christopher muttered aloud, all the rent money he had made at his blacksmith apprenticeship had been spent on weed, some new medicinal herb (one that gave working and hurting men relief) being imported into the fair city of England, well, more like muddy and dusty streets of England, where street bastards like him usually roamed

In any case, he figured why not walk around the markets on the nicer side of the city, where the people had coins in their pockets to pick.

You were doing some shopping in at the market when you saw a tall guy in a newsboy hat, Irish by the looks of his dark-red hair. Of course he was Irish- take some coins out of an elderly woman’s purse