Border City,
Main market,
The streets near the border city bustled with evening noise, vendors calling out their wares as lamps flickered to life. Arin walked with purpose, his eyes locked ahead.
The Reliquary… my new weapon is waiting for me.
But his steps halted when he noticed a man at a stall, counting coins. From the corner of his eye, Arin caught another figure—cloaked, moving with practiced silence. A quick hand snatched the pouch of money and slipped away.
Arin's lips curled. A perfect situation for a hero.
"Hey! A thief stole your money!" he shouted, already darting after the culprit.
The victim panicked, patting his empty belt, while Arin vanished into a narrow alley. The cloaked thief stopped, cornered.
"Give it up," Arin demanded.
The man turned, clutching the pouch. "Please… it's for my family…"
