Into The Woods

It wasn't often that Gin ventured into a village. It was rarer still for him to venture into a marketplace. The looming threat of being harmed by the masses was usually far too strong for him to want to shop. Except Gin wasn't there to shop. Or more accurately, he wasn't there to shop for things by the means of buying them. He preferred his five-finger discount as opposed to actually having to interact with anyone.

It had worked just fine for him up until now, why would it change.

Hungry, he walked past a vendor that held some apples in crates out for passerby to inspect and purchase if they chose. A lowly farmer's wife stood behind the crates and was speaking to a woman who was selecting a number of apples. Something about making a pie.

He paused and realized that the vendor would hardly notice him if he took an apple off her hands while she was busy with a paying customer. Gin turned on a dime, slyly made his way into a group of individuals shuffling past the vendor booth and swiped an apple without looking down at it or over to the vendor and her customer.

As far as Gin was aware, success. Now there was only to see what else in town there was that he needed and could easily help himself to.