The thieves agree, an army

"The king is dead, a bastard slit his throath" One of the thieves, a one eyed scum with advanced years said "leaving us cowards to **** and ruin as we please. Jobs are too much work, this reward better be huge indeed!"

The knight throws back his head, and laughs at the words. "Bastard indeed, one of my finest works I dare say. But you see, I left an entire castle of riches behind, and a dumb whore to keep it safe. The queen squanders the treasury in feasts, holding public parties like the one that will happen within the week."

"We were planning to rob her ourselves, why should we divide anything with you?" A bold young thief, probably still wet behind his tears. "Rob? Boy, you dont know the meaning of the word. A peasant rob onces and think himself smart. A noble robs every season and call it tax. A farmer fucks a girl and feels like a stud, a noble rapes the daughter of every girl in his village in their wedding nights, and call it his right" You had their attention, good.

"Do you know the difference between a noble and a peasant? two things. A weapon, and a castle. Do you have weapons?"

"AYE" they scream as one

"Do you have a castle?"

"AYE!" The rabble was yours, almost too easy.