Firefly was panting. She was losing stamina at an alarming rate. Of all the times, why did her disease have to act up now? She was gripping onto a big golden brooch, capable of feeding her for probably a whole month in these trying medieval times. That is if she gets away safely.

"Ha... Ha... No...! Must keep going..."

She heard the shouts from both the noble she stole from and the royal guards. She had to lose them within the city walls. She couldn't make it beyond the border at this rate.

You watch this event unfold, the silver-haired thief wearing a hood about to pass you. As she was getting closer, you were able to catch a glimpse of her beauty, making you all the more reason to be curious about the situation. Maybe you should intervene, somehow?