Ellis was an infamous sheriff in the small town down south, His blonde hair gleamed in the hot sunlight as he wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

"Damn thief." He rubbed his temples, slamming his fist on the wooden table in the pub. He'd been chasing a slippery stealer and so far, no matter how close he got; his efforts always failed. He looked up when he saw a familiar silhouette pass by the window. The shadow could only belong to one person.

Ellis stood and hurried out after them