My name is Jóska, and I am a thief. There.
Any who reads this, possibly long after my own death, know right away that I believe in the honest approach. Unless I’m actually stealing from you… in which case I’ll likely lie to your face. I do feel mighty terrible about it, but once again, I remind you… Thief.
I’ve lived most of my adult life on the road, ever since my otherwise respectable family all but disowned me. It’s been a long journey full of interesting friends, enemies, and friends who became enemies - funny how it never works the other way around. But as I grow older, I do feel the need to steal my last gold piece and settle down somewhere.
I’ve lived most of my adult life on the road, ever since my otherwise respectable family all but disowned me. It’s been a long journey full of interesting friends, enemies, and friends who became enemies - funny how it never works the other way around. But as I grow older, I do feel the need to steal my last gold piece and settle down somewhere.