"Whoo-ee!" Faelis muttered under his breath as he skidded around a corner, his long hair flying and his leather boots skidding on the cobble stones. The elf dashed away from his pursuer, who happened to be a very heavyset baker whom Faelis had just stolen some bread from. The baker had had more than enough, and by the look of him and his family, they definitely had enough to eat.
For such a large man, the baker was fast, and that was saying something, for, as a very fit elf, Faelis was very quick. But Faelis didn't know this part of town very well, and he had run into a few dead ends, causing him to need to backtrack.
As he ran his long black hair flew out behind him, the bones and beads and feathers braided into his hair clicking together as he dashed through the streets. As he ran he, accidentally, knocked a pile of laundry from a woman's arm and then nearly walked into the edge of a sword as he turned another corner.
'The only way this could get more disastrous would be if I came across a lawman,' Faelis thought, and that was when he turned a corner, ran out into a main street, bumped into a horse, and stumbled backwards, right in front of a man wearing a red and black tabard on a horse. Shouts of 'Stop, thief!' could be heard far behind him, so any chance of pretending not to be the thief vanished. Plus the fact that he had been running like a madman with a loaf of bread under his arm and a wild look in his gold red-flecked eyes, and that he was wearing all black leather, from hit high-heeled knee-high boots to his short long-sleeved jacket.
