Seven was used to a good chase from guards, but in Essyrn... he was in foreign territory. Though it was funny, having never been to this place before, it was rather interesting to realize his fame had followed him, even to the desert. But he could dwell on that later, for now he had a trio of guards to dodge.
Left, right, then quick ladder up; Gherrick was now crawling along the second tier of many sand stone erected streets of a middle-class housing section of town. And as he passed, gasps and screams could be heard, especially when the guards began to gain on him and Gherrick decided to wonder into some of the houses in attempts to lose the guards, apologizing as he dashed along.
One family was eating dinner, another; an older woman was getting her wigs readjusted, which the stylist accidentally destroyed by cutting off too many inches on one side as the blue-blur of a man rushed passed, then another house, a lovely young lady was bathing, who screamed as the red-haired man was booking it past her. Needless to say, Gherrick's face was red from more than just the exertion of running as he bolted out the back door and began to stumble down the back alley, and found himself along another tiered set of sandstone lipped streets.
Where to now? he wondered as he caught his breath, then with a glance up, he studied the distance between him and the next row of houses, five tiers up. He glanced down at his bow staff, then back up, before making a quick judgement...
and was suddenly catapulting himself across the air, landing precariously on the lipped edging of the top most tiered street. his arms pinwheeled a moment before he balanced himself and looked back down, to where the guards were all growling, several tiers below him, like dogs.
Seven grinned and gave the men a shrug, before disappearing behind the houses above.
