Vince was crouched behind a yeast barrel, wondering what to do next. He'd slid behind it after accidentally dropping one of the gold pieces, but he'd been spotted by the 'kid' regardless. In truth, Vince felt angry at himself. To get caught is one thing, but to get caught stealing, what, some bread and a handful of gold pieces, and by a kid… For a man who held himself at such high esteem, that was simply pathetic. 

Rotating his head like an owl, Vince scanned the area, looking for something, anything, that could help him escape. But there was nothing. He had quite literally trapped himself in a corner. 

A burly voice shouted "Come out!" and it rung in Vince's ears. "Who was it?" he wondered. The kid's father? A guard, here to capture him and throw him in jail?