Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-26103034-20160627201219

Darting out of the alleyway, Emerile ducked past a guard, who moved out of her way, a bemused expression on his face. Moments later, as she skidded round another corner and a guard arrived, breathless, out of the alleyway, his confusion turned to anger and he turned to give chase.

Emerile had the advantage; she was light and, while little fed, she was in good shape. The guards, however, were unfit and weighed down by their armour and weapons; by the time they turned the corner, she had disappeared.

"Split up," barked one of the guards, "Head down the alleys and the back streets. If you find her, shout, and make sure you don't lose sight of her."

The rest of the group split up, following her commands. With no other choice, Emerile headed further down the path she was already on, trying to re-orientate herself as she did so.

She paused for a moment behind a bin.

''The docks. If I turned right there, then - yes, I should be about level with that stall with the charms. ''

She risked a glance round; seeing bright colours and bustling crowds confirmed her thoughts. She crept to the end and looked out, checking that the guards there still remained blissfully unaware of her plight. Diving into the crowd, she fought her way forward, towards the ocean as her only escape.