Since she was ousted from her role as mage hunter, she'd felt lost. This life owed her absolutely nothing but the gallows, and she was well aware of that. Part of her might have even craved the gallows, given her innumerable sins. Perhaps, that's why she found it so easy to blend into the background in the Alienage. She'd grown weary of slumming it in the wilds, always looking over her shoulder. Here, at least, she might find some peace. It might not be for long, but she'd have it all the same.
Even if the Ferelden people chased her out, she still would have gotten more rest than if she were braving the wilds. As much as she may have thought herself deserving of death, she still took measures to stave off what would likely be the inevitable. She couldn't afford to be captured... Not yet, in any case. Capture could come later. Because a hood would be a little too conspicuous, she had elected to keep it down. With any luck, nobody would pay her a second glance. She moved with a confidence she didn't deserve with her arms wrapped carefully around her midsection.
To the outside eye, she was probably just another human waif draped in tattered rags. She had no qualms with her outfit, if only because it helped her to blend in a bit better. The only thing she was lacking was the pointy ears and elven ancestry. She came to a stop at a stall lined with some trinkets and baubles that were likely either stolen or handcrafted. She didn't idle there long, however, because she was trying to find a place to lay her head tonight. Come morning, she'd likely be back on the move. She wasn't sure if she was necessarily a fugitive, but she certainly felt like one.
Even if the Ferelden people chased her out, she still would have gotten more rest than if she were braving the wilds. As much as she may have thought herself deserving of death, she still took measures to stave off what would likely be the inevitable. She couldn't afford to be captured... Not yet, in any case. Capture could come later. Because a hood would be a little too conspicuous, she had elected to keep it down. With any luck, nobody would pay her a second glance. She moved with a confidence she didn't deserve with her arms wrapped carefully around her midsection.
To the outside eye, she was probably just another human waif draped in tattered rags. She had no qualms with her outfit, if only because it helped her to blend in a bit better. The only thing she was lacking was the pointy ears and elven ancestry. She came to a stop at a stall lined with some trinkets and baubles that were likely either stolen or handcrafted. She didn't idle there long, however, because she was trying to find a place to lay her head tonight. Come morning, she'd likely be back on the move. She wasn't sure if she was necessarily a fugitive, but she certainly felt like one.
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