Escaping was rather easy and all it took was a few easy complaints. While the people at this exact town were rather racist, it hadn't seem to spread to authority quite yet and so when she complained about something in her cell for long enough, someone eventually gave in to take a look. During the night. Alone. Stupid comes as stupid goes, she thought.

	It only took an elbow to the head, the snatch of a key and fleet-footed movement. Mere minutes later, she found herself outside in the humid night air. Taking a few moments to calm her rushing pulse and regain her posture, the thief thought about what to do next. Surely, she had been arrested before, but it had never been as bad as this - her punishment was [i]execution[/i]. 

	She would likely be pursued her entire life.
	
	While she wasn't already living in ideal conditions to begin with, life was about to get much harder. She would be pursued left and rights by these idiots and their swords and lances who truly believed that by killing her it would be "rightful justice". Not a single one of them knew the true meaning of justice even if it hit them over the head with a shield. 

	But then again, who was she to talk? She was a thief after all. Still, it didn't mean that thieves couldn't have good morals.

	And with that, the Winter Elf decided exactly what she would do. She would find a horse and set off quickly and by morning, she would be able to reach her destination. Or at least that is what she hoped. The longer she had to deal with the thought, the heavier it would become. And the longer she waited, the quicker these idiots would be able to follow her trail.

	And so, the cloaked woman ran off into the dark, looking for her temporary companion.

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	It was nearly morning now and a blanket of thunder clouds watched over her and the horse she had stolen. The two were much closer to their destination now and as the horse slammed its anxious hooves forward, the woman had deducted that the horse knew they were getting dangerously close as well. After all, couldn't animals sense that type of thing? 

	She would've been blind to not notice the dragon's shadow as it aligned itself with her and her horse. Well, it seemed that this was goodbye. She was about to jump ship and let the horse run off into freedom, but the dragon seemed rather eager as it snatched both of them up and slowly brought them into the sky, higher, higher and even higher. . .

	It took her first and then the horse. She let out a gasp and pulled her scarf closer to her face as she resisted all urge to reach for a dagger and plunge it into the dragon's scales. [i]No, this was her own decision.[/i] It didn't stop her from being angry about the horse, though. 

	As the ground became further and further away, the woman closed her eyes. Sure, like any good thief, she could easily get up high, but this was far too much. Why the hell was the dragon dragging her away, anyway? She had expected to be eaten on the spot, hence her decision. She was quickly beginning to regret it. To make matters worse, sounds of thunder and lightning could be heard from all directions. It felt too surreal to be real. [i]Perhaps it was.[/i] 
	
	Like a weak-willed little girl, the thief almost fainted. However, she was quickly brought back to reality as she felt herself falling from a rather high altitude. The dragon had let her go, son of a ---

	Using the wind at her back as an advantage, she found herself somersaulting and flipping through the air. As she got closer to the ground, she realized that this was nothing. If the dragon had intended to kill her using this method, they would have to try a hell of a lot harder. It took more than this to kill her.

	Landing with both of her feet on the ground as if she were a cat, the elf turned to face the dragon, sliding her bow off her back and shoving an arrow into it. Moments later, she had this loaded bow directed at the dragon as if she were trying to threaten it. Maybe this move the killing process along a little faster. Or maybe she'd be able to actually kill a dragon and be hailed a hero. Either would work, really. 

	"I'm still a little mad about the horse," was all she said as she tamed the bow at the dragon, "Just saying."