It was a boring day and Poppy hated being bored. He was lounging on the roof of a building, his tail lazily swishing back and forth, huffing. He needed to find something to do. He had tried to find Bianca, but she hadn't been around. Not enough money to go drinking, too much work to go steal more.
His mom was always after him to get a real job, but he was going to be a bandit king. Bandit kings didn't have time to work. And it was even more work to have to actually become the bandit king, so he couldn't be bothered with a real job.
A commotion drew his attention, something happening down below on the streets. Peering closer, he wiggled closer, trying to get a better view.