They arrive in the Village of Pilla, blissfully unaware of their predicament

After another 30 minutes of travel, the two spoiled nobles and their exhausted servant finally arrive in Pilla.

It was a small village, but at an important crossroads which insured it always got plenty of traffic. And that traffic was especially important since Pilla undoubtedly had the highest percentage of thieves per capita in the entire kingdom! Some even say the village had originally been founded by thieves just as a scheme to rob people, but the current mayor, Penny Pilferess III, does her darndest to squish those rumors.

But wasn't rumor was the fact many a rich noble or well-off merchant had been know to set foot in Pilla, decked out in all their rich finery and pockets stuffed with coin, only to leave empty-handed, empty-pocketed (if they even still had pockets!) and in far worse financial shape than when they had arrived, even after just a short stay. It was only because such victims were **** to admit to their shameful experience that the town (and its thieves) continued to thrive.

But two clever and cunning girls like Esmik and Ibera have nothing to worry about, right?

Pansie steers the carriage towards the only inn in town as half-a-dozen villagers all hungrily eye the opulent, gold-trimmed monument to vanity and excess.

When the vehicle comes to a stop, Pansie climbs down and opens the door for her two noble employers. "We have arrived," she says in her quiet, mousy voice as Ibera and Esmik eagerly leap out.

"UGGGGG! FINALLY!" Esmik groans as she fans herself.

"I'm starving!" Ibera says as stretches, inadvertently letting everyone nearby catch a glimpse of all the lovely, shiny, sparkly trinkets dangling from her and her very expensive-looking outfit. "Should we eat first, or hit up the spa?" She asks her companion before turning to a filthy-looking beggar sitting nearby. "There is a spa here, right?"

But before the obviously destitute woman can respond, Ibera turns away. "Pansie take the bags to our suite. Oh, and gets us our sweets."

"But mistress," Pansie nervously interjects.

"WHAT?" The irritated Ibera responds.

"Y-you and Mistress Esmik ate them all already," Pansie says as she looks down at her feet.

"So get us more, obviously!" Esmik says as she rolls her eyes and fans herself. "It's too hot here. Lets sup in the spa while we enjoy a nice, long soak."

"Agreed!" Ibera says as she and Esmik walk away in search of a spa that may not actually exist, and leaving poor Pansie to make all the arrangements.