The thief had looked in everywhere for a sign of her sack but had no luck. She had been tempted to turn everything upside down but refused to leave everything a mess but instead put everything back in its' place. Besides she wasn't actually trying to steal something that wasn't hers...at the moment. With her bad luck as of late she seriously began to wonder if she had been cursed by her mage friend. After all she wasn't keeping her end of the promise she had made.<br/><br/>As she moved around inside the cart she looked over at the Paladin and his wound. It was a lot worse than she had thought and a lot worse than she had meant it to be. After all, all she had wanted to do was just knock him out, not maim him. "Sorry." she whispered to him before going back on her search. He wouldn't have heard it but it did at least make her feel a bit better.<br/><br/>As she continued her search she paused when she thought she heard footsteps coming back. Yes, she was surely cursed. Instinctively she reached for her daggers, she remembered to grab them before heading this way, but stopped knowing better. Even if she had the opportunity to sneak up on the women and attack, there honestly was no reason. She had done nothing to her, aside attempt to capture her for a thieft she had actually done. In the end she decided that running was a bad idea and just sat there on top of a crate waiting for the inevitable.