"Damn." Cursed a women under her breath.<br/><br/>Up upon one of the roof tops in the town there sat a women, completely cloaked. All that was visible were a few strands of stray brown and tan hair and that of her arm as she stitched up her wound. The wound was about four inches long and at least one fourth inch deep with one spot being much deeper. The blood dripped slowly from the wound and a slight bit more as she slowly stitched it up. It had slipped her mind to remember to snatch something to numb the pain as she worked but...she would manage, it wasn't the worst she'd had.<br/><br/>Once she finished with the stiches, she cleaned and wrapped her arm up, then gathered what she had left, packing it into her small satchel. Her normal route of escape wasn't an option this time with her wound but she knew she would have to leave soon. The mistakes she had made while she snatched the supplies had been more than obvious to her and wouldn't have been surprised if at least a few people had noticed. At least one thing that was on her side had been that she had put a nice amount of distance between her and where she had stolen the supplies from.<br/><br/>She pulled her sleeves down and replaced her brown leather gloves before jumping off the roof into a nearby alley, landing a bit ungracefully. Taking a deep breath she left the alley, keeping her hood pulled up and limping very slightly as she placed pressure on her left ankle. Despite her best attempts to blend in with the people currently walking about she found it harder than it had once been since most of her time was now spent alone and working for only herself. All she had to do was leave the town before things got out of hand and she got caught.