Jack Of-All-Trades bounded across the grass at top speed. He’d arrived just ahead of his pursuers, but that lead was closing with every second. The pouch at his side jingled and swayed with his ill-gotten gains, shiny coins and precious gems clinking and clanking as they collided. He spared the briefest thought to hope that they wouldn’t be too badly scratched up in the chase, and then directed his attention back to navigating the treacherous landscape. He k...
