The begining was nothing. Just some simple assesories, only worth about three dollars. He had taken that on a thursday afternoon. Nobody noticed. He was acting as he normally did. Smiling and laughing with his friends. While his fingers tugged at the tiny locket. The wire came away quickly, and he dropped the evidence off at the shop next to this one No knights to give him problems. He slipped the silver locket into his coat, thankful that he had brought it today.
This was the easiest thing to do ever.
It didn't take long until it became a habit. Everytime he went to that one store, he would take something. Slowly tearing off the wrapping. Ripping the bag open. Peeling it away from the glue. Undoing the wires.
In total, he had collected over three hundred dollars worth of merchendise. Sold it all off for fivehundred. Blown off three hundred. The rest was hidden in an envelope under his bed mattress.
Nobody would suspect.
He wasn't a bad man. But he wasn't a good one, either.
This is the story of infamous, Magnus Breech.