Nobody saw Ladro shuffling through the alleys just before dawn, pulling his apparatus on a rickety cart. As he moved in painful surges he muttered incantations in a language not heard for hundreds of years, waving one of his devices with a gnarled hand.
He stole their dreams with his magic, then sold a panacea back to them through a crooked pharmacist.
Ladro paused, coughed blood, lined up the cart wheels and moved on.
Nobody knew the pain that the town had inflicted on him many years before yet everyone secretly wondered what the sloping steps were for.