She would never have chosen this path, if staying in her home city hadn't become a death sentence for all the members of her guild, even those who weren't quite full members yet, apprentice thieves like herself. They'd grown too powerful, and outgrown their usefulness to the priestesses, so they were being purged. A few, like Zarra, had managed to flee, grabbing their gear and stealing whatever else they'd need, but unlike Zarra, most of them had places to go and contacts in other cities that would make it hard for bounty hunters to persue. She had none of these, so she'd struck out on a vaguely remembered path, from when her merchant parents had been alive and trading with the surface. It seemed like the least likely path, and so the most likely to evade persuit. Who would expect a young drow like herself to even attempt this journey on her own?<br/><br/>Seeing the sun as it dipped towards the horizon, feeling it's strange heat on her night black skin and it's light searing her sensitive eyes, Zarra understood why pursuit, if there would be any at all for a novice like herself, would be a while. It had been a long, long time since she'd seen the surface, she'd forgotten what it was like, the sheer<em>vastness</em>of it all. It was somewhat intimidating, but she'd chosen her path. Taking a breath, Zarra shrugged her heavy pack up higher on her back and strode off, heading away from the setting sun; it seemed as good a decision as any until she found a path to follow.