The wagon creaks as it begins to move, slowly, awkwardly turning around in the narrow, crowded street.
Arthur vanishes into the merchant stalls, carrying the pie.
Karl advances toward the half-giant, senseless verbage pouring from his lips. The half-giant looks more irritated than distracted. He shouts,
"Silence! Where is the pie... I do not see it, where is it?!" He moves from his spot to get a better look, and he
almost catches a glimpse of the surreptitious Arthur.
But Karl, knowing a thing or two about keeping things out of sight, places his body
just so, directly in the half-giant's line of sight, obscuring Arthur's getaway
just enough.
The half-giant, seeing that the pie has eluded him, roars in frustration. What few people are present duck behind their stalls or scatter, disappearing into side streets.
"You stole my pie! I will crush you!"
OOC: initiative!