Arya
The guards below pull out the swords. The glint of sunlight againt polished metal nearly blinds me.
"Who goes there?" The guard with the raised visor calls out.
I remain by the wall.
The impact of the fall keeps my legs stunned for a while.
They start drawing closer to where I am perched.
Deciding to try my luck, I pick up a rock and toss it a good distance away from me. The guards stop, then they start moving in the direction where the stone had landed.
I heave a loud sigh of relief - I hadn't really expected them to fall for it so easily.
Taking the opportunity, I dash east. The only sound betraying my movement is that of my slippers crushing against the gravel littered along the pavement.
My shadow lingers along the walls as I move.
Pressed silk and satin flurry about me, dancing with the wind.
Such extravagant clothing would only succeed in getting me killed.
