It's been twenty years since you left your home to come to the little-known
nation of Weldonia. You can hardly remember why... it was mostly just because
you were unhappy with the state of your life as it was and wanted to go
somewhere to start anew. Your life since then has been simple, but enjoyable.
You've learned the local language and make a living selling miscellaneous
trinkets in the marketplace of the nation's capital, Alexandria.
Today was a fairly uneventful day of haggling amidst the noise and bustle of
the market, and you are in the process of rolling your wares up in the rug on
which you display them when a boy walks up to you, begging for change. He looks
to be about 12 and is probably one of the street orphans who are so prolific in
the city. You toss him a 25 Myc piece and he thanks you and then, much to your
surprise, gives you a big hug.
It's only when the boy is halfway across the marketplace that you notice that
your money pouch is missing. The kid must have taken it! Sure enough, when you
look over, you see him dashing off to the south, clutching the small leather
bag in his grubby hand. Your legs aren't what they used to be, so you know
there is no way you'll catch him as he dashes off into the slums of the city.
Nonetheless, you vow to yourself that you won't go home for the night until you
get your money back.
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