#Chapter 133 – Near Misses

3rd Person The mountain village of Alta Montaña sat so deep in the rainforest that unless one was standing at its center, they might never realize it was there. It was well known throughout the kingdom for its beauty and artisan wool goods, but it wasn’t the sort of place many Southern Islanders went unless they were trading or hoping to soak up some time in nature. While tourists poured into the town from regions far and wide, the area’s raw natural beauty struggled to tempt locals – as more often than not the entire mountain was covered in clouds. Even when it wasn’t raining, it was a normal occurrence to walk out the door only to disappear into a blinding haze of white fog. Needless to say, it wasn’t a good place to lose one’s possessions, as finding them again could prove very challenging. This was part of why the city’s orphan gang proved so successful when it came to pick pocketing and swindling. It was easy to hide among the clouds and grift money from unsuspecting tour