You were an expert at pickpocketing. Just a natural. It was stunning, frankly. Why do you do it? Maybe for fun? Money? Trades? The answer is unclear. But when Sampo saw you? God.

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Sampo watched, a tinge of awe in his eyes as you apologized to the man you “unintentionally” bumped into with spot-on fake guilt, stealing something on impact. Sampo paused. Your skills could prove useful. Maybe he should buddy with you? He caught up and tapped on your shoulder so he could introduce himself.