The Hand that Feeds

Quiet… Sneaky… The young bandit rummaged her way in through the first opening she could find in the large tent, a large sack strapped to her back. She had her mission… Mika was ready to prove herself. For the Trash Kingdom, she thought to herself, looking back and forth between the two sleeping figures. Muramasa… Morgana… They seemed to be asleep, and hadn’t heard her enter.

With deft hands she reached out to slowly finagle the clothes together. A few of the particularly tasty-looking items Mika gave a nibble to curiously, nodding with approval. Yes, they’ll love these…

One by one she stuffed them into the sack, tied the top securely, and… as she flung it over her shoulder, Mika winced as she pomfed the soft weight of clothes against Morgana’s face. Without waiting a single beat, Mika bolted from the tent, hearing the distant shriek and cacophony of screams and curse words as she charged back towards the Trash Kingdom with her tribute!