Darts

Teacup is an acquisitioner, not a thief.Admittedly, the nuance doesn't play well with the town authorities, but as long as his kids get fed and nobody notices the boarded-up cobbler's shop on Redemption Alley, Teacup can ignore his nagging conscience.But it's been a bad night for Teacup. He's hungry, wet, and tired. He's lost a bag of stolen goods, run afoul of the assassin's guild, and bet his last penny on the local darts champion when he should have been buying bread for his kids. Worst of all, Teacup knows it's his own fault he's swinging from the tavern chandelier, up to his armpits in hot boar's wax.With assassins at the door and the tavern burning down around him, Teacup realizes his only hope for survival lies in the ring he just stole and a naive young paladin who is about to be murdered.