As she advanced through the crowd, she snuck furtive backwards glances at her trio of pursuers. Their leader was dressed in a close cut robe of embroidered silk. His guards wore studded leather armor. They looked like they belonged to the nomadic horse-tribes that roamed the barren steppes. So what brought them south to the city?
More importantly, why were they following her? Had she stolen from one of them? She couldn't remember if she pickpocketed the merchant. Tenfingers wondered what the punishment for theft was in the northern wastes. There was a nasty rumor that it involved exposed necks meeting heavy curved swords; swords identical to those worn at the guards' waists. But they didn't seem to be in a hurry to overtake her. Maybe they just felt like gawking.
It didn't matter, because she was about to ditch them. She crouched low, making herself more difficult to spot, and picked up all the speed she could muster. Her knees struck her wildly bouncing breasts repeatedly as she wove through the crowd and in between shops and stands. She'd deal with the pain later. She ducked into an alley, straightened up, ran a few paces, and skidded to a halt in front of a door.
Picking the lock was easier than trying to keep the noise of her breathing to a minimum once she was inside the darkened back room. She had made it. Escaped. She was safe.
Then a ratcheting noise behind her, a swift clack of a crossbow being cocked. Without being told, she raised her arms in surrender.
i sure hope u can get the next one soon woot this is really interesting... and hoooot to see the pictures of wut she lloks like i hope she steals some more
Rhemora, those are just the gloves for crossbowmen. Hence the lack of fingernails and besides, crossbows have high recoil. I wouldn't like a 5-inch splinter lodged into my wrist..
"the Mysterious Answerer" another one to add to your list is all the fingers arnt facing us so they would be hidden by the actual finger, hold your hand in the way its shown on the picture and youll probably only see the edge of one nail or two at best
Here's a revolutionary idea: We all stop trying to figure out who it is and spoil it for ourselves and just *announcer mode on* Stay tuned for the next episode of Dragon...wait...um...never mind.. just, yeah, we all just stop this silliness... yeah. To next week, away! *enters mysterious time portal*
More importantly, why were they following her? Had she stolen from one of them? She couldn't remember if she pickpocketed the merchant. Tenfingers wondered what the punishment for theft was in the northern wastes. There was a nasty rumor that it involved exposed necks meeting heavy curved swords; swords identical to those worn at the guards' waists. But they didn't seem to be in a hurry to overtake her. Maybe they just felt like gawking.
It didn't matter, because she was about to ditch them. She crouched low, making herself more difficult to spot, and picked up all the speed she could muster. Her knees struck her wildly bouncing breasts repeatedly as she wove through the crowd and in between shops and stands. She'd deal with the pain later. She ducked into an alley, straightened up, ran a few paces, and skidded to a halt in front of a door.
Picking the lock was easier than trying to keep the noise of her breathing to a minimum once she was inside the darkened back room. She had made it. Escaped. She was safe.
Then a ratcheting noise behind her, a swift clack of a crossbow being cocked. Without being told, she raised her arms in surrender.