Lance's struggle for jewels

"Yet another street fight yet another 10 jewels" a young boy sighed "at this rate i'll never pay back the baker i mean sure i stole his bread but it doesnt feel right... i wouldnt be surprised if he put a bounty on my head for stealing his bread" Lance walked out of the dark alleyway into the bright streets "its this time of the day again... i should go get my bread again" he grabbed his makeshift smoke bombs and walked towards the usual baker

he grabbed the smoke bomb and threw on the ground and quickly grabbed couple sticks of bread and ran out of the store "nailed it once more" he took out a piece of paper and wrote down the price and took out his wallet "i'm still far off..." he looked at his pouch with a mere 100 jewels "these street fights are really not worth it are they? lately they don't pay me at all" he kept talking to himself as if there was someone to listen to him and walked to his usual hanging spot "i got the bread... just gather around and don't eat too much of it... no the street fights are not paying 2000 jewels anymore... that was years ago..." shortly after finishing his bread Lance got up and went back on the streets "well i'll go look for some chores i can do so i can pay back the old baker, be safe you guys" he waved back to the other kids that lost their home and parents