“Stop! Thief! Somebody, get her!” A voice shouts in a crowded market place as a red-haired figure flees. This is no ordinary thief, though; this is none other than Ailleacht, thief extraordinaire! She steals from the moderately wealthy, and gives to the somewhat poor, i.e., herself. There will be no end to her adventures, and her legend shall live on as-
A gauntlet-covered hand suddenly grabs her shoulder and a voice chastises her, “Aye, ye little lass, ye’ve been caught again.”
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Ailleacht sits in a dingy little room, made completely out of stone with naught but a single table and two chairs. A rusty metal door clicks unlocked and slowly opens, the rusty hinges screeching open, several degrees of rotation at a time. Ailleacht winces in discomfort as the door painfully opens wide enough for a stern-faced guardsman to enter the room, holding a scroll. The door silently shuts behind him.
The chair scrapes along the stone floor, causing Ailleacht to flinch once more. The chair is silent as the guardsman sits and pulls it up beneath him. Silently, the guard unrolls the scroll, letting it roll off the table and across the floor, every inch filled with the details of Ailleacht’s “exploits”. The scroll softly bumps into the wall before the guard finally speaks.
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“Ailleacht… you have to stop doing this.”
“Doing what?” Ailleacht responds innocently.
The guard gestures to the scroll, roughly a decade’s worth of troublemaking, chicanery, tomfoolery, shenanigans, and skullduggery.
“Stop doing this, this nonsense! You’re what, 17-“
“Eighteen. Turned last week.” Ailleacht interrupted to correct him.
The guard pauses and runs his hand through his curly black hair. “18? Damn, I’m old… wait, that’s not my point! My point is that you’re still young! In three years, you’ll be an adult-“
“I’m an adult now!”
“In what backwards world is eighteen considered an adult? One without mana and magic?” The guard retorted. Ailleacht sunk into her chair, eyes downcast. The guard sighs and sits down. “Look, I know it’s hard… especially in that orphanage, but you can’t keep living your life so frivolously. And I truly want to help you.” The guard ponders a moment before leaning forward and steepling his fingers, adopting a serious pose.
“So here’s what we’re gonna do…”
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“Stop! Thief! Somebody, get him!” A voice shouts in a crowded market place as a figure flees. This is no ordinary thief, tho-
A red-haired courier body-tackles the thief. This is no ordinary courier, but Ailleacht, Courier Extraordinaire!