If he was going to be in trouble with the constable and forced to leave town anyway, Noah might as well get himself some money for on the way. He had done some petty pickpocketing in the past, but that didn't earn a lot. Clever people didn't carry too much change in their outer pockets. And so the boy had gone home, and taken a knife from the kitchen and was now sitting in an alley in the dark, waiting for a fool to pass. When one did, he stepped out and held up the knife.