Edith
_No amount of magic Almann possessed would've ever been enough to catch up to her. He knew that much. This kemonomimi was faster than even some of the fastest race horses out there. It was a sight to behold. By now some of the locals had decided to take interest in the thief, shooting both irritated, angry, and concerned glances at her. Some whispering in their local tongues and then turning towards Almann as he slows his pace to a jog down the street._

_It was clear her head and left arm were injured in her abrupt stop. Seems like running at speeds that fast have some downsides._

_Almann raises and eyebrow and grins._

"So not only were you kind enough to apologize twice you were also kind enough to trip over yourself so I'd catch up to you. You know, if you want to be more successful you should be colder to those you nick from miss."

_He offers a hand to the kemonomimi._

"Come."
John
"Uhhh..."

*Auburn's incredibly dazed after the fall. It's quite a big impact she's taken. She sees Almann catch up to her, and she lies down, face up, on the floor.*

*Fuck, I got caught.*

*To her surprise, Almann would actually extend a hand towards her. Was she sure about that? Maybe she was dreaming. She did hit her head after all. Nonetheless, she shakily takes the hand, letting the bronzesmith pull her up.*

"I really can't help but apologize, you know."
Edith
_Almann smiled and gripped her wrist. His grip was firm enough (especially with Brawn of the Old Gods active) to keep her from running but not too firm to the point where he was crushing it. He didn't want her to try and bolt again. Almann would have Aelia tend to her wounds._

_Almann imagined some guards would pay his shop a visit in a little bit to assess what happened. Too many people saw the girl run for none of them to report the incident to the town guard. He would have to deal with that later._

_As he begins to walk her back to his shop he decides to speak up again and offer her a charitable deal. Almann was in a good mood today, he had just gotten home from a long campaign abroad after all._

"Most don't. Most run and never look back. We will fix you up, and as payment you will answer my questions and give me back the Diadem. Deal?"
John
"Ok..."

*Auburn couldn't bolt away even if she wanted too. Far too dazed, she lets the macen basically drag her along. Her vision is swirly, barely able to make out the figures of people. What she really questioned though, was the man not taking her in or giving her to the town guards. In fact, he seemed to be bringing her _back_ to the shop. Man, she needed to eat something. She was way too light-headed right now.*

"Deal. The tiara's in my bag, by the way."