The greedy king has ordered all of his horses and all of his men to gather the taxes of the townsfolk again.

Low on coin and nothing for dinner, the only thing to your person is your humble thread spinner.

The king will displeased if you cannot pay, and if he finds out, today might be your last day.

Stressed, not knowing what to do, a strange imp appears before you!

Dumple Pigskin: "I see your plight, and know a way to let you live this night! Sign this contract I hold, and your thread will become gold!"