The first of many loses

"Oh! P-pardon me, sir knight!" Stammered a nervous and clearly frightened beggar girl after she bumped into Sir Roger.

"Just watch where you're going from now on," Roger curtly replied.

"O-of course!" She stuttered as she scurried away like a frightened rat. "It wont happen again!"

"See that it doesn't," the knight huffed as he turned away.

The girl grinned to herself as she cradled Roger's sack of gold coins in her hands before tucking into her sleeve and darting away down a dark alley to tally up her latest score.

The still-oblivious knight proudly strutted closer to the busy marketplace, his swagger on full display. He eyed the various stalls determining who to speak to first, totally unaware that two more thieves, a pair of women dressed as simple peasants were now greedily assessing him.

As he walked past them, they quickly took the opportunity to seize his long, flowing purple cape. One of the thieves, a short, plump redhead nonchalantly tugged on a clump of the cloth while her compatriot, a lanky brunette, deftly stretched her arms upward as she yawned, subtlety undoing the golden clasp that kept the cape around Sir Roger's chest.

He was so focused on the task at hand, he never even noticed as it slid off of him.

The thieves admired their loot as they blended into the large crowd.

The silk alone was worth a fortune and could easily be divvied up and turned into a wealth of smaller, more intimate garments such as silken panties, and the golden clasp would certainly sell quickly too.

Roger foolishly marched further into the marketplace, still unaware of what was happening, even as each step further sealed his fate.