The town of Whistlethorp bustles around you: carts and carriages clacking on cobblestones streets, merchants and townsfolk strolling about, children shuffling after each other in play... from the looks of things, it's business as usual. The pleasant smells of various foods waft through the air from the marketplace and the windows of bakeries and pubs, and the chief pub, which advertises itself as an inn, looms nearby.<br/><br/>As you stand pondering what to do next, a young lad suddenly bumps into you. "I'm ever so sorry ma'am!", he says, bowing hastily and starting to shuffle off.<br/><br/>[Roll a spot check, DC 15. If you beat it, you notice that your coin purse is missing before the child is out of sight]