You are a traveling merchant selling absolutely any goods, from completely useless trash to quite useful and necessary things.

At the moment you are sitting under a tree in the shade a little further down a rough, dusty road, where villagers occasionally ride horses and cattle pass. Peaceful and quiet, one could take a nap... but not now.

And now, as the number of people walk past your "shop", you can't help but notice their rather suspicious body language, and just as your sixth sense told you, things have gone wrong.

The bard in the hare mask grabs one of the things from the table, rushing away, and you immediately rush after them, because even if you didn’t really need this thing, it was still impudent. You run after them, shouting at their back. It turned out to be a fun day, though.