Reneth was on the run.
That in itself wasn't an unusual thing. He was wont to keep moving, to explore the lay of the land between destinations. After all it was not the end or the beginning, but the journey in between that made it worth all the effort. Now, however, he had little time to savor each step. They quickened and moved with desperate fervor now through the streets of Ketra, and if anything, he hoped they would get him far enough away from his pursuers to give him time.
He had only one of two options, keep running and soon tire out, and they would easily catch up to him. Or try to find a place to hide and fast. Reneth paused between alleyways, trying to catch his breath. His heart drummed savagely in his chest, and it seemed as if it were loud enough to be heard miles away. Ansgar he silently prayed, If you have any mercy left in you, please give me time enough to evade them. That's all I want. That's all I need.
"I think I saw him head down this way," a man's voice said in a half-hushed tone. Boots slowed down, echoing between buildings, and stopping short just in front of a brothel on one side and a tavern on the other.
They hadn't spotted him, Reneth was sure of it. But they were close and would soon be on his scent if he didn't make a decision and fast.
He saw the red gleam of the warm crimson lantern hanging from the lamps just outside the brothel known as the Randy Peach. It was a better option than none. Reneth waited a moment, looking for a less obvious point of entry and soon found one when he peered above him. There was an open window a story or so above him. The curtains were dark, and that meant either the room was vacant or the occupants were asleep. Either way it was good enough for him.
Reneth took a running start to the wall, launching his weight against one foot and getting a second-long grip beneath his light boot before gripping onto the window sill of another window below. He was thankful he was a light man and could pull himself easily as he reached the window and quietly slunk him himself over the edge, falling unceremoniously onto a night table within.
"Shit," he hissed, picking his hand up and trying to see what he fell on in the dark.