as you walk through the desert sands you see a man lying down, many leevers lay dead neer him.

hey! you! can you tell me how to get to rauru town?

Blank raises an eyebrow as he spots the man, and overs his nose to avoid the smell of the disgusting dead Leevers. Readying his hand by his sword in case the stranger becomes hostile, for whatever reason, the nomad answers the simple question.

Well, of course I do. Head south to North Forest, East the to Great Crossroads, South again to the Deku Woods, and you'll find the town deep in the bush.

So... why so many dead Leevers?

the stranger gets up

thank you, nomad, and to answer your question, the leevers attacked me... so I killed em! he he he he.... blank notices that the man was drunk, as an empty bottle of sake lay next to him...

A mischievous grin forms on Blank's face as he contemplates a humorous idea. He thinks to himself how to pull off the operation. I'm no thief, but a nomad is not far removed from that. Rob a drunken man? Child's play!

Well, these Leevers are of a special breed, sir. See the texture in the blood there? These Leevers belonged to his Majesty the King, ruler of this kingdom. I am a knight serving in his ranks. There is hefty fine for the vandalism and destruction of Royal properties, you know. The alternative to the fine is a life sentence to the Castle Dungeon. I suggest you hand over all Rupees and valuables, before I'm forced report you to my commanding officer. The penalty for resisting arrest is death, citizen.

Blank laughs inwardly, doubting that the drunken man will be able to see through his rouse. Blank, a Knight of Hyrule? Never. Royal Leevers? Maybe, but irrelevant. The nomad draws his sword, keeping on with pretending to be Knight while having great faith that this robbery will be the easiest of all.

the drunk seemed to contemplate the situation...

well, I don't want to end in the kings dongeon... name youre price, knight...he lifts his wallet...

Blank would have burst into a fit of laughter had he not been in this situation on occasion in the past. It was the one good quality that he had learned from those damnable Moblins. But this is not the time for painful memories, it is a chance to make even more money of another drunk. The nomad straightens his face and approaches the man.

The fine for mutilating royal property is 1,000 Rupees, but because these Leevers are in such an abundance, your penalty is only 50. I would suggest you hand over all traces of alcohol as well. A sober citizen is a conformed citizen, as we like put it in the Knights.

agreed,the drunk said, and handed over fifty rubees, and alchahol, then went back to sleep

Blank is surprised his plan actually worked. Stuffing the money into his wallet, he grabs the alcohol and turns around, preparing to leave. He wonders if the drunken man will remember this event when he awakens, and if he does, will he come searching for the nomad? Blank laughs and leaves the desert with his new prize.