Sehrti and the lizard promptly left the scene, disappearing into an alley so as to lose the attention of the gathered mob.

“Thisss way, masssster.” The reptilian figure hissed.

As a result of a questionable design choice from a bygone era, the buildings of lower Nahreen seldom shared walls. Thusly, they were arranged in such a way that there formed narrow, claustrophobic passageways of smooth sandstone between them. One had to turn their torso sideways just to fit into this winding network, which made ducking into them a quick and easy way to dissuade pursuers. This had garnered them a shady reputation for their popularity among thieves, but they would serve anyone in a pinch just the same.

Sure enough, the effort required to keep hounding the pair seemed too much for most. Soon they were alone.

Sehrti followed his aide, led by the hand almost as if he were a lost child. He did not protest, nor ask questions, despite being the ‘master’ – though this was not so unusual. He, like many of the young gentry, relied on his personal attendant almost completely.

“Almossst there...”

Coming back into the light a block or so away, they each poked their heads out from cover so as to survey the street. Silently agreeing on their destination with a look between them, the pair darted out into the week-end bustle and hastily settled themselves into chairs outside a homely little inn. Once there, they set about correcting their dusty and dishevelled appearances - attempting their best to look as though they had been there for quite some time.

“I didn’t need your help, Kolaran - I had everything in hand.” Sehrti commented as he leaned into the wicker seat, which accompanied his recline with a soft creaking. “I daresay I know those alleys better than you, at least.”

“Of course, massster – though I had to make completely ssssure…” Now that peril was far behind them, Sehrti was remiss to admit that he had been in trouble the first place. Kolaran had expected such a reaction, and had been carefully rehearsing his responses in his head since picking his master up off the floor. He had been bound to the Elf’s service since his first vivid memory; since his horns had been soft. In truth, he could likely predict what Sehrti would say and do better than any psychic.

“…We wouldn’t want you to sssuffer on the off-chance.”