It's a bit dark, not really though. So, I hope you read, and enjoy. I have nothing to say here. OH! Yes! Okay, so, here is a small start.

Flare walked along the beaten dirt path that lead around the city. He slipped pass some guards. He was wanted for thievery across the town, with one or two major crimes like murder. It wasn't his fault, he was merely a tool used by his clients, who usually wanted something. Suddenly a bag went over his head, which smelled faintly of potato. He was brought down to the floor. Please don't let it be the guards, please no. Flare blacked out when a rod came down on the back of his head.
He woke up, without constraints, but still with the burlap sack on his forehead. He pulled it off, and suddenly his headache started up. He looked around the room. He noticed a man, who was dressed somewhat noble style, and a list in his hand. He handed Flare the list. Flare sighed and reviewed it. It's not like I'm greeted very better than the way I was... He finished and looked up. Suddenly the man spoke. "I want you to steal these."