Dalia was running, and running fast too. In her hand she held the cut purse she had stolen just recently on the market and if everything had gone as it should then the owner of the purse would be far from here unknowing what just has transpired. Problem was... he wasn't. Behind her she knew he and at least three guards were on the chase and even if she had a rather good head start this didn't look too good.<br/><br/>She ducked right and left, dove under charts, spilled out baskets, irritated people as she ran everything to make the persuit as hard as possible. She tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. Each time she thought she had managed to loose them they came running just in the last minute and the chase was on again.<br/><br/>It was beginning to become redicules, why this chase for a stupid purse. For an instant she actually thought that she might try to throw the thing away and maybe loose them that way, but she came to her senses again and decided not to. In the end she had only one place to go... to her sister... hopefully she could help.