Chen looks a little puzzled, but slowly undoes his robe, as requested.<br/><br/>Gan, however, looks even more surprised that you have any interest in him. He licks his lips before starting to speak. "What is there to tell? I had a shop, paid far too much in taxes, til I got sick and couldn't work. You can't work, you can't pay taxes, so I lost everything. My shop was taken from me, and barely escaped from being thrown into prison, only because I could run further and faster than the guards could."<br/><br/>He looked around at the group before continuing. "A few weeks later, I was half starved, eating what I could find or steal on the road, and I ran into the others. They took me in, gave me food, and for that they earned my thanks. For a chance to hit back at those that took my life, they earned my loyalty." He stares defiantly around now, some of his fire apparently returning. "So yes, we rob and we steal." The innkeeper looks rather nervous at this statement, and backs away, hoping not to be drawn in. "The biggest thieves carry legal documents though." Gan continued. "But they don't call it stealing. We're just more honest about it."