It was just a regular day for Stag. Like most mornings, he had woken up and, when seeing that his little house was low on food, he decided to go out to do some 'grocery shopping'.

Though on some days, when he ventured into the nearby village, he would come back with fancy clothing or money or perhaps some poor woman's jewelry, but on most days he just left with simple things, like food or wine or sometimes silverware.

Today was just like one of those days. He had sneaked into town and carefully made away with some bread, fish and cheese without making too much of a scene.

He had a carefully planned pathway that weaved through the woods and back to his little home. He was swiftly making his getaway when he stumble over a branch and ended up dropping the loaf of bread he had. He mumbled a curse before stopping to pick it up and inspect it for any dirt or bugs it may have picked up.