With his hands in his pockets he walked down the path to the village. Tarvin was humming a tune. He was in good spirits. For three days he had traveled to get there in time. Probably he could have done it in two, but he didn't want to hurry. On his way he had stolen a few things. Nothing their owners would miss too much. He made it his thing only to steal from those who could afford it, even though it probably would be easier to steal from those who couldn't. He didn't know why he did that. Was it otherwise to easy, or was it for the same reason he sometimes donated some of his gold to the poor. He didn't give it much thought and started to sing out loud. The sacrifice was feeling heavy in his backpack while he walked towards the city.