Oratha hated herself for fleeing, it felt wrong even though nothing in the scripture spoke on the topic, but clearly it had been the correct plan.  She was in no condition to fight, the constant teasing of the piercings reminded her of that.  She slowed to a walk once she was certain she had lost them, then paused to catch her breath and think over her next step.  The city was out of reach, the buildings were tempting but... could she?  No...  She would double back, sneak past the bandits, and make camp near the city.  If all went well she could sneak in early.<br/><br/>Oratha turned around, intending to parallel the road as best she could despite her lack of boots, and avoid the bandits by staying out of plain sight.  She was confident they wouldn't expect her to try again, though less confident in her ability to move in silence.