Jason sat in the corner of the tavern, sharpening his knife on a whetstone. There was loud music and drinking and dancing, but he wasn't interested in that kind of stuff much. He wished that something interesting would happen. A large man walked up to him.<br/>"That's my spot." he said.<br/>Jason smiled and stood. "Sorry. I'll be on my way. Pardon me." He said as he bumped into the man on his way out. The man sat down, and felt his pockets. His eyes widened.<br/>"Stop! That bastard took my money!" he shouted, but Jason was already out the door, grinning widely and tossing a coin purse back and forth between his hands.<br/><br/>Sent from my Z796C using Tapatalk