Uthlyn was a lively city. It has always been, as long as Artemis remembered, a loud and busy one, too. That was often useful, especially for picking pockets unnoticed, and blending into the crowds.
However, now he wished for some empty streets. At least one that wouldn't be full of people, watching him and turning their heads as he passed by, panting, covered in blood and mud. Being chased by a group of angry thugs was difficult enough as it was! And people around, giving him disdainful and suspicious looks weren't helping at the slightest.
Some woman shouted something at him as he accidentally bashed into her with his shoulder, waving her fist at him, but he paid no heed to her. What he needed was to get away from here as fast as he could, before they catch him and hurt him more than they already did. He cringed at the thought, and pressed his right hand, which was the source of the blood that covered his shirt and cape, along with a stream from his mouth.
The labyrinth of streets and markets would offer a good place to hide and disappear, if this band wouldn't be completely certain who they are searching for. And disappearing when you look so unusually as he did was not easy at the slightest. In fact, it was more than difficult.
Without looking where he's going, it was also dangerous - and he unknowingly bashed head first into some girl. Whatever just happened has left him in utter surprise, on the ground, where the crash has made him fall. He blinked, rubbing his head with the other hand. Now they'll definitely find him...
"I wasn't here, don't tell anyone I was here! I went the other way... If they asked..." he glanced over his shoulder, standing up, but it appeared that it was already late... A tall figure appeared in the crowd. And it didn't appear friendly.
