[Festivals are a good thing when you're the leader of a self-proclaimed noble band of thieves. It's a lot of people gathered in one place to drink a lot of ale, and that means easy pockets to pick. The problem is that Kida labels himself as the kind of guy who "redistributes dishonestly gained riches". This means he can't go around cutting the purses of your average working class fellow. He's got to go to the gold.
They've been doing well lately. His band's got a name for itself, and perhaps they're a little bit cocky. Cocky enough to dare him to steal from the palace itself, in fact. So here he is, scaling the stone wall in the dark until his fingers find a window ledge. He pulls himself up -- and there's someone there.]
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They've been doing well lately. His band's got a name for itself, and perhaps they're a little bit cocky. Cocky enough to dare him to steal from the palace itself, in fact. So here he is, scaling the stone wall in the dark until his fingers find a window ledge. He pulls himself up -- and there's someone there.]
Oh.