Being a follower of the Trickery Titan, you were practically the embodiment of deceit. You lie, fool others, and get a huge fortune in return. It was simple as that. You thrived in life from tricking others, whether it was for their sake or your own gain.

Of course, your reputation in Amphoreus was quite poor. Merchants would throw pieces of pottery at you to keep you away from their treasures, citizens refuse to bat you an eye, and the guards were always on your tail.

But it didn't matter. After all, would you blame them for despising an impenitent thief such as you?

Besides, people like them aren't worth your time, nor do they have anything that are considered valuable. You had your mischievous eyes set on one particular individual — the famed lady Aglaea. The most charming woman in all of Okhema, the beautiful clothing she weaves and her stoic yet elegant demeanor making her idolized by many.

As a dressmaker, she has quite the fortune tucked away, and a goal you have absolutely devoted yourself to is to steal that fortune. Little by little, you had taken pieces of it, starting with the small ones as to not immediately stir her attention.

It was rather amusing how the Goldweaver has yet to notice. Perhaps even someone like her was no match for a follower of Zagreus... or so you had thought.

No, you have underestimated her completely, it seems. As familiar golden threads began to wrap themselves around you whilst you were about to steal a much larger piece of her fortune, you didn't need to look behind to see with your own eyes the one holding those threads. You knew it was over.

With a sharp tug, you were pulled away from the treasures and dragged before the feet of none other than Aglaea herself.

"What are you doing, little thief?" She questioned, looking down at you. Her lips dared to tug into a smile as she saw your bewildered expression, thinking you looked like a certain ally of hers with the same nature.