The three OBF team mates were hungry, tired and desperate for somewhere to rest. They were hanging around the edge of the market waiting for an opportunity to steal some scraps of food. At least when they were prisoners they had meager food, water and somewhere to sleep. This is Kalvichs punishment he must be laughing his head off, Tremaine snarled as he slyly watched an old Cantal packing up his wares at the market. His wares happened to be fruit and vegetables. Tremaines mouth watered.
Tremaine slowly walked up to the bin where the discarded fruit was being tossed. He was about to slip his hands in, take a lucky dip and make a run for it when the Cantal turned and pointed a shimmering silver weapon at him.
I saw you watching me, ready to steal. The Trimadian guards do not tolerate theft and this will get you executed.
Tremaine put his hands up, Look man we are hungry, and a few bites were all we were after.