The market is truly thick with thieves

With every step Roger took, the growing swarm of thieves helped themselves to more of his rapidly diminishing possessions.

A friendly smile from a cute girl distracts him for a moment.

*CLICK!* His sword and scabbard are lifted off his person.

A perfectly timed shout from the attractive women selling fresh fish draws Roger's attention.

*FWIP!* His belt is yanked off.

"Ooooh what a handsome knight!" Coos a beautiful and seemingly innocent shopper. "Are you here to keep us all safe?"

"Well..." Roger bashfully replies.

*DINK!* His helmet is slipped off his head as he blinks.

On and on it goes, as Roger is made the sole target of the many dainty yet sticky fingers plying their illicit trade today.

Plates are pulled off his plate mail, buckles are popped and plucked off, even simple brass buttons are picked off as the many lovely ladies in the market Roger mistakes for admirers despoil him more and more.

Finally, after much effort, and feeling rather giddy and light headed from being fawned over by so many women (or so he thinks), Roger makes it the thirty feet necessary to travel across the square to the first merchant's booth.