"...We were paid silver to sneak in, grab the bags, and drop them off at the old fishing pier!"
"I see," Ragnar whispered, grabbing the boy by the collar of his coat and pulling him close. "And tell me... who gave you the keys required to open the inner doors of my most secure warehouse?"
"W-we don't know who!" the young thief cried out. "I swear to the gods, King Ragnar... We don't know his name. We never even saw his face!"
Ragnar tightened his grip slightly, and pulled the boy an inch away from the stones."If you don't know who he is, then why the hell did you risk your life to steal my guns?!"
"He gave us silver!" the thief sobbed. "He found us in the slums last night. He just tossed a massive leather pouch full of pure silver coins right into my hands!"
After hearing such words, Leofric stepped forward, "You betrayed your own city for a few pieces of silver?"
