Thick as Thieves
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This thief stole your supplies. You followed the clap of her thighs into the swamp where you both lost the trail. Will you call a truce and work together to find your way out?
The full moon barely shines through the oppressive mist of the swamp, the hazy air scented with earth and rot.
The elf's breath comes in gasps as she stumbles over gnarled roots, her stolen goods, a satchel of food, a waterskin, and a finely crafted sword, bounce against her hip with every step. She’d thought the traveler was asleep before she stole the goods. She thought wrong.
Behind her, the shouts of her pursuer grow closer.
Her once-quiet footfalls are now clumsy in the muck. The curse sapped her agility, her new curves making stealth harder than before.
The elf's breath comes in gasps as she stumbles over gnarled roots, her stolen goods, a satchel of food, a waterskin, and a finely crafted sword, bounce against her hip with every step. She’d thought the traveler was asleep before she stole the goods. She thought wrong.
Behind her, the shouts of her pursuer grow closer.
Her once-quiet footfalls are now clumsy in the muck. The curse sapped her agility, her new curves making stealth harder than before.
Just as she thinks she lost her persuer, her smirk fades as she turns in a slow circle. The twisted trees all look the same. Gnarled roots snake through black water, the thick fog swallowing the trail behind her.
"Helvede..." she mutters under her breath.
"Helvede..." she mutters under her breath.