Some feet away at the water’s edge was an older man, staring suspiciously from a face of weathered wrinkles.
He quickly ducked under the arched structure, hugging close to the wall and rifling through his jacket pocket. Gasps and insults trailed behind him from those that narrowly avoided colliding with the rag-clad blur. He had to be more creative.Ĭorrin threw himself across the street and down a set of stairs beside the stone bridge. He was unsure of whether they were tracking him or the object he carried, but nothing seemed to distance him from the pursuing guards. The morning’s rain had left a thick fog and grimy must in the air and the sounds of nearby forges and masonry yards helped to disguise Corrin’s movement. Hearing them, Corrin rose from the wall and continued his escape.Ĭanals, bridges, and small docks flew past as he charged between sodden alleys. The sound of heavy boots and metal armor approached from the main road. For a moment he stopped to collect his breath and fight the fiery burn in his legs. He might have braced with his arm but he could not afford to drop what he held. Corrin rounded the corner, his momentum sending him sliding across the mud and into a nearby wall.
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