dragoon93041
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The town's streets were busy. It was situated at the meeting point of three nations: Andur, Crolia, and Badaria. Technically it was under the control of one of the minor nobles of Badaria but all he got was some lip service. It was the Merchant Guild that made policies and policed the town. And, luckily for a certain cat-girl thief, high merchant involvement made for a nice place to carve a niche. Unfortunately, for that very same reason, there was quite a lot of security. Currently, two "officers" (really just mercenaries) were chasing down a young woman. She was clutching a leather purse, the coins jingling inside. One of the two men leapt forward and almost grabbed her pink tail but he failed and fell sprawling into the dirt where he was then trampled on by a goat someone was herding down the street. That left one left for Ariyana to get rid of. There were a few side streets she could duck down but if there was a block, she might be stuck and the space would give the guard a chance to get up to full speed.