Kaboodle was on the run. It wasn’t the typical, standard, ‘I committed a crime so now Iḿ running from the guards kind of crime’, it was bigger than that. She may or may not have, foolishly, attempted to pickpocket from a gentleman that a powerful man had taken a liking to. But how was she supposed to know that the man she attempted to steal from was heavily favored by the empire’s ruler? 

Kab wasn’t to know, not until her bounty was posted up for something far higher than a few hundred gold. “Five million gold?!” Kab silently squeaked nervously as Squiddo held out the slightly wrinkled flier with a photo of her face on it, looking rather innocent with wide, rounded out pink eyes. Squiddo, someone who had been attached at the thief's hip since they roamed the streets, was silently chastising her for slipping up so bad that she had gained the highest bounty, more than Prince Zam’s had been posted for. Which was nearly ten years ago, kid you not.. 
It was both a blessing and a curse that Kabodle hadn’t found herself sitting in a prison years ago due to the petty theft from those who simply wanted to go out and purchase some produce; which was a luxury that she never had when growing up. They were deemed “Street Kids,” youth that had no chance in life to succeed because they had been dumped onto the cruel street by even crueler caregivers. 

Kab already pulled the cloth hood over her head, concealing her most noted feature, long blue hair, tucked behind darkened cloth. Passerbys gave a quick glance, assuming that the two figures were bounty hunters marveling at the exorbitant price of the bounty. 

Pulling the fabric of a darkened garment of clothing, a cloak that ended just before the muddled ground could reach it, you, Squiddo spoke once more, concealing themself using the cloak.

Kab had to get out as soon as possible, and she needed Squiddo’s assistance.