[Mekatra]

Any sense of wonder Joane had about the actual cat man snapped from her mind the moment he tried to run. Running was without a doubt the closest thing he could have done to an open admission of guilt in her mind. She used his momentum to yank his wrist up to the middle of his back, forcing his shoulder into an awkward position. "Walk." She demanded and pushed him forward. "I assume you know where the North guardhouse is. Keep your mind on your feet or you will fall. I don't intend to kill you unless you attempt to run."

She sheathed her sword with her free hand in favor of digging through her pouch to find a small clay ball. A hard throw onto the ground activated the spell inside and sent colorful sparks shooting up into the air where they stayed, flashing to call attention to their location. "Think that stealing is easier than working, I suppose?"