With his back to the front porch of a tavern stood Georg Nihler, a rugged looking boy with an ear out for gold. People passed by hither and thither and yet nothing in their pockets sounded worthwhile to risk getting caught. Without much to do but wait and listen he stood there anxiously, irritated with the current pilfering supply.
A beautiful woman with large breasts passed by him suddenly. He knew she had something worthwhile in her pockets, but she had two things worthwhile in her shirt. His pubescent interest was piqued and a quiet clicking noise permeated the air, improving his vision at the loss of color. She was soon gone and the clicking stopped, the boy now bored again of waiting for someone to come by. Georg slapped himself in the face after realizing what he let get away... he definitely should not have fallen to such a base level.
Once more aware of the jingle in peoples' pockets, the boy looked about in hopes of finding something that he could steal and use to either live comfortably for the next two weeks or to use for fun, or perhaps adventuring. Regardless, he was bored and stifled a yawn.
This could take a while.