*I swerve to avoid people passing by, my swift hands capture the loose change in pockets and jewelry hanging off of the customers. The swarm of people not unlike a river with a relentless current. I keep my sword on my hip, running my hand over the carved hilt. I keep my guard up and my head down. When all of a sudden a nearby guard grabs me by the arm and shouts “THIEF”
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