Zannrick might as well have been a cat himself, how bristled he was and it looked as if he himself might be ready to hiss. But he had eyes on the cats, dragging his prisoner along, and keeping himself distracted enough not to notice the work on the sewer on King James lane. The sewer was unfortunately open, and more than man hole in size, and barely had much to protect it from someone not paying attention to stumble into it-
And that's exactly what he did. Who knew if he still had a hold on the fiendish bridge girl, but the sound was loud and his screams were muffled as down the open sewer the mordecai went-
And after sickening noise, there was just silence; silence, and a skewed, make shift fence around the open man hole-
No one was around, but surely someone had to have heard it. The river was nearby, as was another bridge-
Or did the sound of nearby water drown out the mordecai's plight? After all, not many windows dotted the sides of these buildings, for their fronts wereon the street in parallel; Market Corner; so not much activity happened - which created the most perfect scene for the girl to find herself in all alone....
And having to make a decision to run....
Or even care to check on the dumb fool who fell into underground rivers of shit.