I left the smithy and went to explore the area some more while waiting for the old man to put my order together. I walked around for a little while, taking in the sights. I haven't tried the bread here, and it smells so good. Ah damn, I should have asked the kid which shop has the best bread. Well, maybe I can find him again.
I searched for him with my magic sense, and found him with two others in a nearby alley. I walked into the alley and saw that two men were cornering the boy against a wall.
"I can tell when you're lying, brat." One of the men said. "He gave you more, didn't he?"
"He didn't. I swear it." The boy said, wavering.
"You know what happens when you hold out on us, you little rat." The other man said. "Either you cough it up now, or you cough it up after a beating."
Seeing this is making me angry. Very angry. These damn thugs are turning my generosity into a curse. Bastards like them keep everyone poor.
"Stop." I said.
