The Weak Red Name

"Get him, don't let him escape. The Guild Master said that he'll reward 1000 gold coins for every time he dies! No kill count limits! Kill him as much as you can!"

Outside the Wind Capital, a fearful and weakened Dark Elf Thief ran without thinking. Behind him, there were more than a hundred people pursuing him.

Stealth was out of the picture since a Curse Priest had placed a tracking spell, Curse of the Soul, on his body that even his Death Cloak could not remove. His only option left was to run for his life, solely relying on his class' speed.

"I did put the Anler's Scroll up for auction at the Auction House, but I never intended to scam anyone. I was selling it at one Gold Coin. It was your own Guild Master who upped the price to 410,000, how was that my fault? Killing me just because you guys thought that you made a loss, is that all you Star Fire goons are good for?"

The Dark Elf Thief continued running as he roared behind him in anger.