As Angus dashed through the streets, the sounds of his pursuers died down. There was no point for him to look back, because he had no idea what they even looked like, but the young man did so anyways out of habit. He glimpsed the lady whose attention he was trying to get, earlier, but there was no sign of angry people after him. No sign of disorder, either, so it would seem that he only got one person from all his hard work.
“So much for not having to go to a tav- Guh!?”
As he absentmindedly jogged forward, he turned too late to see an intimidatingly coutured woman grabbing him in a lock. He instinctively flinched away, baring his teeth in a fight or flight response.
“Watch where you’re going!”
An irate porter yelled behind Angus as he collided into him.
“Ah, sorry, sorry! The streets are a little crowded, isn’t it?”
He turned to the woman, as if he didn’t snarl at her a moment earlier.
He groaned a little, rubbing his fortunately-cushioned-by-a-hat head, before blinking at the two strangers towering over him. “I ah- Yes! Indeed! I have need of brave adventurers to aid me in the capture of a criminal!”
Even as he stood on his feet again, it was obvious that he was much too loud for someone so diminutive. If it wasn’t for the brass-shaded daggers on his belt, he might even be confused for a rambunctious teenager. A very loud and intense teenager.
“-A criminal by the name of- of…. uh,” there was a blissful few seconds of silence as he rummaged in his bag, producing a parchment, “Red-eye Torek! A dangerous criminal mastermind, indeed, one who had orchestrated a raid on the Daius’s weapons! Now, he intends to give this looted firepower to the rebels.”
Angus made an attempt at what may be a confident grin, but only a glimpse of his sharp teeth was seen before he remembered about them, and settled for an amiable smile instead, “It is our duty, of course, to prevent that from happening. The Daius would reward you handsomely for your help!”