You are a Thief

[IsabellaRose]

The soldier in plate armor seems ready to pounce as he says, "Back away from the crown, you thieving bitch! I'll have your hand for stealing from our dead king."

Thieving... bitch? You're an archaeology student, not a thief. What would make him think...? 

You look down at yourself for the first time since waking. Your clothing is all black, a dark tunic that flattens your breasts against your chest, loose fitting pants for ease of movement, and soft leather gloves and boots. Across your chest is bandolier with pockets that you somehow know are filled with various picks, tension wrenches, small files, and other tools for making entry into places you should not be. Twin daggers are strapped to either side of your belt, and a coil of silken rope with a collapsible grappling hook is attached to your belt. Strapped to your thigh are a set of slim, lightweight throwing knives. You instinctively pull the scarf around your neck up to cover your face.

You're obviously not meant to be here, but you came here for something. Was it the crown? Are you a thief? Or are you an assassin? Did you kill the king? How did you even get here? You have more questions than answers, but as the guard starts toward you, you realize that answers will have to wait.

The soldier approaches you at a quick, steady pace. He is massive, barrel-chested, and if he gets his hands on you, you're done for. His sword is up, ready to attack as he draws near.

• If you pull your daggers to fight him, click here <link forthcoming>
• If you throw one of your throwing knives, hoping to disarm him, click here <link forthcoming>
• If you throw one of your throwing knives, aiming to kill him, click here.
• If you turn and run, click here <link forthcoming>
• If you try to talk your way out of this, click here <link forthcoming>

Edited February 7 by IsabellaRose