Strutting around in my new fur boots, I spied a constable riding along the road in the pre-dawn twilight. After chatting with him, I decided to see how flame-retardant their armor is. Result: very. He didn't much appreciate being set ablaze, and killed me. Respawning, I tried a sneakier approach to exacting my revenge. Keeping out of sight, I snuck over to some boulders next to the road, waiting for my target. Once he had passed, I leveled my bow at his helmet, and a gratifying TWACK accompanied his tumble from the saddle. The constables have some quality armor, as he survived a direct shot to the back of the head. I ran in for the kill, only to find him angry over the dent in his helmet, and he promptly killed me. Respawning, I decided on the direct approach. My stategy was changed, however, when I accidentally pickpocketed him whilst creeping up to him. With some choice enraged words, he lept from the saddle, ready to spill my blood. Now I may be stubborn, or just obsessive-compulsive, but I'm a quick learner. Gathering all of my courage... I lept up into his saddle and committed Grand Theft Equine. To his credit, he kept chase for quite a ways... but really, who takes on a man on horseback???
