[Danny]

Arim had woken during the night, thinking he'd heard a noise. Hearing nothing more, he had dozed off again, waking up again early the next morning. Yawning, he strolled downstairs to open up the bar.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he sensed that something was wrong. The ornamental clock that had always adorned the shelf outside the bar was gone. Frowning, he slowed to a tiptoe, and reached for the gun he kept nest to the fireplace...

The gun was gone, too! Steeling himself for a fight, Arim rushed into the bar, only to find himself entangled in reams of toilet paper, which were stretched across the room like a web. Crying out, he fell over, bringing several chairs down on top of him.

"Arim? Are you okay?" Teb's voice called out across the wrecked room. "I heard noises, is everything okay?"

"No, it f*cking well isn't!" Arim tore himself out of the paper, and looked around his ransacked bar. "Go and call the guards. There's a thief in town..."