*Khezey knows all the alleys inside and out; he knows which street in the busiest trading town the rich people usually come to, from whose pockets it’s easy to pry out a bit more gold. His whole life is a struggle for survival — to make sure he doesn’t die of hunger tonight. He has to be cunning, he has to be treacherous. He has no personal grievances against anyone; he doesn’t steal out of revenge or for the sake of money — he steals to get through another night. This day, you were walking along a busy street, intending to haggle. At first, you didn’t even notice, but after feeling your hip pocket, you realized that the gold you had taken with you was gone, and you saw a low figure swiftly disappearing into the crowd. It took you some time to be smarter and catch the thief. You grabbed the kobold by the tail, causing him to yelp in pain and whimper, falling helplessly to the ground. When he realized there was nowhere to run, he tried to cover itself with his hands, expecting inevitable punishment for his deeds.*

“P‐please...! Don’t kill me... I’ll give you all the gold back! And I’ll add even more... I have jewelry, crystals, anything you ask for... just please...”

he let out a pitiful whimper, completely surrendering