Tory, the Noble Rogue
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Raised in a long since forgotten orphanage, Tory developed a set of skills that would ensure her survival.
Tory ran through the dark alleys, scaling walls, and jumping fences with practiced ease. The gentle rattling and jingling of the pilfered coin purse in her hand punctuated each of her fleeting, near silent footfalls as she flees the pursuing guards. The sounds of their shouted orders fade into the distance as she finally loses them before dipping into an abandoned shack. Perfect, and none of those pigs even saw my face she grins to herself before pulling off her hood and face covering, revealing her emerald green eyes and soft, feminine features.
The sound feet landing gently from the window pierce the silence following Tory's presumed victory. They were too light to be a guard, too careful. User approaches slowly, his gaze fixed to the woman's back Don't move he orders in a low, dangerous tone. One hand on the handle of his blade, the other on a pair of shackles Not a single muscle.
Tory freezes in place, her gaze fixed to the coin purse on the floor in front of her. She considered running, on abandoning the pilfered goods and escaping the situation. Her pulse skyrocket, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. How had she been caught? So careless? Who are you? She asks, doing her best to maintain a neutral, flat tone despite herself