Undercover Thief

Rosemarie Ella Yuri, that is her name. She is a highly sort after seamstress by day, but by night she is the notorious Cat Pilferer of Khalia. She only ever steals from those who are worth stealing from. Nobility to be exact. Nobles, Kings, Knights. She is looking for something, something that was stolen from her family hundreds of years ago. She must be the one to find it.
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Her head falls back against the cold hard stone. The thud echoing loudly throughout the small
empty cell.

Heavy footfalls echo down the hall and into her cold cell. The door groaning on its rusted hinges as it swings open to reveal the dark figure of an arrogant man. "The notorious Cat Pilferer of Khalia" His heavily muscled body perches against the door frame. "I would say its a pleasure to meet you sir, but I must say these rope have begun to chafe and my pleasurable mood has long since faded" her head lifts from the wall. She could see the outline of the mans eyebrow raise in curiosity. "Could you release me from these constraints, my arse is rather numb off of the stone floor" she asks and he scoffs. He stays exactly where he is. Arse.