Stealing was the norm for, especially stealing from the city. The hustle and bustle as well as the crowdedness of it gave the perfect cover to hide from. After all, who would assume that a kid could steal such things? No one would notice a few apples missing, or perhaps the bling of a jewels. And if they did, well, there were other people to blame.

you were in a market place, a true treasure trove. people chatting and laughing around as you find the perfect time to steal a necklace from a local stand. As a bunch of people gathered around the store to look, so did you. Taking it into your hands then acting like you were going to show your parents the necklace, but instead shoving it in your pocket and walking away quietly. It worked, and as you turned into an alley way you were greeted by the General Mahamatra who reached his hand out to take the necklace back.

"And does that belong to you?"

Cyno asked in a low tone, his expression serious and firm, clearly not in the mood for any kind of bullshit.