The wheels of cheese Coln was lulled to smelled like butt on closer inspection, but he was too hungry to really care. He jammed one into his mouth, overwhelmingly consumed by it's rich, creamy, nutty flavor. Every bit was heaven! Sweet, stinky, tasty heaven stacked.. on top of bundles of rope... and bullets? Maps? Knives?
It made sense as soon as a machete was held dangerously close to his neck. The weilder was a man dressed in loose black stretch clothes, greying black hair against his dark chocolate skin and deep piercing eyes.
"Boy, you've just walked into a whole heap of trouble." the man said in the voice of Samuel L. Jackson.
"I'm sorry about the cheese, I'll get you more, honest!" Colin said.
"Damn right you are." the man said as he knocked the gamer out with a sucker punch so hard his left incisor was knocked out, blood trailing behind it.
Colin was drug off, tied up, deep into the mountains. When he awoke, he stood before a group of men in dark clothes with guns.
"So this is the one interfering with the activity of the Thieves' Guild." a voice almost like a gruff Mandark said.