On my phone.))
Zara's grey haze flicked around her surroundings in the tavern. She had caught the eye of a couple bold looking men who seemed ready to challenge har and the others there were clearly getting tense. She smirked as one, a tall man with a jagged scar across the bridge of his nose and a large sword, started walking over, his hand on the handle. "Do you need something, sir?" She said with a grin. He laughed and drew his sword, staring her dead in the eye. "Aye, the bounty just dangling above your head." He smirked and slashed the sword at her. She dove out of the way just in time and rolled to her feet, drawing a few daggers in her hand. He sloced at her again and she got a small cut on her face but dove out of the way of the whole blade its self. She flung two daggers at him, barely missing and one grazing his ear. Zara frowned as the second came into the fight. She grabbed hold of a table and flipped it infront of her before bolting out the door. She slitered down the narrow roads and into side streets, the two men in hot persuit. Zara knew that if she was caught she'd be thrown in the dungeon with the rest of the rookies she liked to call them. Her eyes shifted back as her hair flew behind her. Out of nowhere a man stepped in front of her and she skidded to a halt, drawing her daggers. "Give up, Zara. You're outnumbered three to one." Zara cringed at that. It was true. She narrowed her eyes and finally dropped the daggers in her hands to let them cling to the stone ground. Her hands were put behind her in iron cuffs before being led down the street to a wagon that was just sitting there waiting for their arrival. She was thrown in the back roughly, and one followed behind her and the other two climbed up to where the driver and passenger sat before they were off.
After a few minutes they arrived at the castle. Zara was pulled from the wagon and led through a door that she figured was the gaurds barracks and to a large room with multiple cells. She was thrown into one and freed of her cuffs. She rubbed her wrists grudgingly and glanced around. The bed was just what looked like a fur laying over hay. Zara huffed and leaned against the wall, awaiting for someone else to come in and tell her what she was convicted of and tell her her sentence. She wasn't positive who but she fogured someone would tell the majesties of her capture. Zara grunted and slid down to the ground, bordly waiting for anything else to happen.
Kind of dramatic but oh well. I was bord and figured and make her into the current RP.))
