@DragonSong Aratir was not a bad person.
"Shit." The lad groaned as he ran. Well. Limped, to be specific.
Though his breathing was regular, it was frantic, shallow. Behind him, was a duo of the warriors of the temple caste. The so-called guards of the land. He had not known how long he could actually stay ahead, especially with a limp leg. Now he really did fuck up.
"That fucking merchant." he roared in clear agitation. Now how was he supposed to know that openly confronting a thieving scum of a trader would have been a bad idea? He did not do anything bad. He was not the bad person here. Yet even his ankle was practically killing him. It made a sickening crack nearly every step he took.
He may have had Thanatosi blood, but he was a clear foreigner in a rather xenophobic land. Of course he had heard about the castes and of course he would do something to upset the locals. And yet he was not exempted from the caste system. Of course they find a local trader more believable than a foreigner who couldn't even stutter an explanation. He barely spoke a lick of the tongue in the first place!
The young man flung his cloak behind himself, as he dove into an alleyway after an alleyway. It looked like he had actually managed to get ahead of his 'hunters'. The timing was right. He had a plan for this. He would get away. It would all be fine.
Don in commonplace Thanati clothes, the foreigners grasped a single gemstone and a spell was cast. His form shifted. His hair grew white, just a tad longer, his skin grew darker. The only thing left was to find a shelter.
The man hobbled outside of the alley and dove inside a building. It appeared it was a jeweler.