Breathing a sigh of relief, Wyn dropped to his knees, covering his face with his grimy hands. Truly, he didn't want to make a living this way, robbing insusceptible innocents, but he really didn't have a choice. He was too young to work, after all, and he wasn't willing to join one of the already dirt-poor orphanages in the area. All in all, his only choices were to either beg or pickpocket, and, as he had quick hands, Wyn chose the latter. The people in the area were already poor enough, and the only kind souls willing to offer money were those who were willing to go without food for a whole day. It was against his principles to trouble the already-suffering after all, and the wealthy wouldn't mind a couple missing bronze coins. At the very least, they wouldn't go hungry for the rest of the day, unlike those peasants from the slums.
