Warlock in distress (Hekazu and FaithfulMuse)
Freya sighed, resting on the branch of a tree for a moment. Taking a bite from her apple, she looked down. It seemed she had managed to get rid of the guards for at least a while. She was silently grateful for the season and the soft, lovely colour of the blossoms. Even if her brown cape and pants often made good camouflage in trees, the same didn't always count for her yellow veil and shirt. Though with the soft yellow colour of the tree's blossom, she could hide just great.
Looking at the apple she was holding, she let out another sigh. It wasn't like the guards were searching her because she had stolen an apple- though if it were just that simple, that would be lovely to the woman. As a rogue, she wasn't very wanted, or at least not in the positive way, and nothing good came from that. With that, there was that other thing... Her eyes shifted from the apple to the knife sheathed on her belt, and she gently wrapped her hand around the handle of it. The iron of her knives was stained with blood, but no blood from innocent ones. And regardless of how anyone else thought of it, she would do it all over again when given the chance to.
When she heard some noise, Freya looked down, at which she could see about three men, two simple men bugging a seemingly wealthier one. Getting up, Freya flung what was left of the apple to one of the thieves, hitting hard and right on the back of his head with short, black hair. Jumping out of the tree she landed behind the second one and pressed her knife against his throat. "Leave the man alone, or I'll make you regret your decision. And don't be mistaken, I'm perfectly capable of beating foul hounds like you two." She said in soft, threatening voice.