"I'll call for the patrolling guards, you'll be caught in no time." Aldrich warned the thief behind him.
"Humph! Just try it kid. See this here neighborhood? It's the turf of our syndicate. The guards won't even hear you and if they did they'll just turn a blind eye."
"Stop bluffing. You're just counting on your buddies to get me like a bunch of cowards!" Aldrich hurled a well timed insult.
"Shut your yapper! if you don't want your guts painting this street. I've got a musket right here," Aldrich felt a cold metal press at his vest.
"You think I need my crew to steal a few coppers from a kid like you? Huh? Why'd you stop talkin'?"
"H-here. I'll give you my coins so long as you promise to let me go." Aldrich stammered in fear.
"Ha! Where'd that tough attitude of yours go now? Cat got your tongue? Huh, answer me! Should've just did as you were told from the get go." The thief demanded.
