{{Company of Thieves || Dave ||
4H4H4H4H4H4H4
SUCK3RS!!!
<You're running, escaping rather, from a group of five or so very large, very angry men all carrying swords and axes and fully intending to chop you to little pieces.
A thief, they'd call you, as they snarl and spit in pursuit.
You stole nothing from them, of course--well except maybe some of their dignity, jeez, how could five grown burly men get outrun by a tiny blind girl?--They gave you three small loaves of bread and a canteen of water. Okay you may have smudged your story and abilities just a little bit, but you do (read as used to) have impeccable prediction abilities! If they expect blind prophets to give them all the answers about whether or not they should ask that tavern woman to bed they've got another thing coming>
<If you hadn't stuck around to witness the hilarity of their decision this chase wouldn't even be happening right now; you would have been long gone. Oh well, hearing the chaos of the head tavern wench yelling and beating the oafs with a broom while relaxing with a piece of hard-earned bread was totally worth it.>
H3Y D4V3!!
RUNN1NG NOW T4LK1NG L4T3R! 4H4H4H4H4
<You grab the other's arm as you pass, pulling him away from whatever he was doing, if anything. You weren't about to literally pass up someone from your own world.>