Galvin's footsteps echoed so loudly he thought he'd die. How could cobblestones be so loud? He continued to run, his feet banging a rythm across the crowded building while the lamp-posts from the main street cast his distorted shadow across the narrow alleyway.

He emerged from the darkness next to the Dancing Maiden tavern. Now dark and cold in the stillness of the night, Galvin couldn't help remembering that just three hours ago it had been alive with the joy and merriment of courting couples and disgruntled men. In another three hours it would be swarmed with the King's Guard Elite. Hundreds of wizards and warders investigating the murder that just took place. Hundreds of King's Guard Elite looking for the murderer, Galvin, and nothing stopping them from apprehending him but a few hours head start.

Galvin hoped it was enough to outrun the guards, but that hope was very thin. The intelligent part of him, the one that listened to logic and held wisdom in great esteem knew that his flight was futile. They would catch him, and learn the truth, and put him to death with little hassle nor trouble on their part.

Still, he continued to run, and ducked into another alley straight across the path from the Dancing Maiden tavern which was even darker than the previous one, which Galvin liked, with even louder cobblestones which he didn't.

At the end of the alleyway he came to a large wooden fence, the cracks of which were large enough apart to allow him a decent view of the other side. Crates and boxes were stacked up high, revealing very little. Galvin stopped here and began fumbling with a small glass vial in his coat pocket, which fell and shattered on the pavement below, the thick liquid spraying across the ground.

Galvin cursed and stooped down, looking for the shattered remains of his vial, which were scattered about the alleyway. Cursing his clumsy hands again he pressed them into the ooze which now covered the cobblestoned pavement and felt the cool effects of the magical concotion begin it's work on his fingers. Standing up he stepped into the puddle and pressed his hands on the wall of a warehouse to his right, feeling his hands stick to the to the rough brick. Slowly, he began to climb the wall, going higher and higher.

Emerging on the roof of the warehouse he had a pristine view of the cityscape, with it's plaster white temples, gleaming orbs of golden light, and there, two blocks away, the glowing blue orbs that detected the crime that he had commited. He had forgotten about those, but surely his supplier hadn't. Already, the Guard would be onto him, but that didn't matter now. Pulling a small rod from his coat pocket he unhooked the safety clasp and clicked a small lever. With that, the city around him vanished from sight, leaving only the impression of fear still lingering in his heart.