One Hell of a Thief - Prt 1 "Where the hell is she?!" raged a very short tempered Sacrier. He adjusted the ebony bandana wrapped around his head, keeping his short and wild white hair flat and out of his face. His fists were clenched as he raced through the meadows of short grass and grazing Gobblies. His pupil absent eyes darted about frantically, seeking out the seductive black robes of the Sram who had seemed to made off with more than just the pocket change he had been collecting over the years. As he passed by many creatures. He was enraged. Enraged by that God awful Sram, enraged at himself and enraged at the fact