The hooded figure quickly looks back, and continues to dart away, picking up the speed.

As they approach a large busy intersection, a large wagon blocks the path. The thief easily bypasses it, grabbing onto the side to throwing their momentum over, rolling into the crowded intersection and disappearing.

It's some time until they're spotted again, indicated by yelps from commoners who are pushed aside or move away. The thief seems to be slipping into an alleyway not far off from the intersection, still in a full run.

Our guards seem to be lagging behind, but you can't blame them. This thief, on top of wearing no heavy armor, unlike our guards, seems to be very fast. Abnormally fast.

The thief notices the kunai at the last moment, ducking their head under just in time. Because of the surprise, the did actually stumble for just a moment, but speedily recovered.

They look behind over their shoulder to see the source of the missile, before quickly pivoting and running down an even more narrow alleyway.

By now they seem to be traveling into more commoner districts, as the white stone of buildings start to be replaced by normal cobble and wood.

Crimson may have noticed that by now, this thief isn't really sporadically checking or looking for escape routes. They're either very calm and collected or they have a set plan.

For Crimson, it may seem like he won't be able to see the thief for a while. It looks like they're specifically  sticking to narrow alleyways that have things like shades, hangers, and other items that specifically block view from a higher angle.

They probably didn't think this specifically for Crimson or people running on rooftops, but maybe mores so for guards in watchtowers.

Or maybe it's the opposite, and they're blending in with the busy crowds in the main streets, and had ditched the cloak...

Which way could they have gone?? A more secretive route? Or one hiding in plain sight?

Aura huh, ok ok, gotcha.

Crimson  could definitely sense the thief to be somewhere in the crowds of the people. Somewhat close by the city square. He was correct in his judgement.

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(Yknow what... lemme just...)

Marsh finds themselves amongst the crowds of a medieval sect city. The very same crowds that the thief had disappeared into. For the moment their wings are gone so they'd appear as just any other mortal. Even if their clothing is odd for the time period (sect culture? Whatever it's supposed to be called).

Their purpose was to travel and perhaps buy something vintage from an antique store that they could study and paint. Perhaps this simple traveler would notice something gone amise in the crowd.

(I just need an excuse to fetch them out of the basement)

Crimson picks out a kunai off his thigh and imbues it with a gold aura and "locks on" to the aura.  "Judgement shall strike your heel and trip you if you are judged." he said and threw the kunai at the aura.  

Thankfully, Marsh's reflexes are quite sharp so he takes the first thing in his hand and uses that to block the oncoming weapon. He flinches at the thud and crinkle of metal hitting paper, his sketchbook is definitely ruined now. "Hey, are you ok? I think someone just tried to throw a knife at your head?" The worry in his eyes is clear as day. He briefly glance over at where the weapon came from to try and find the attacker.

"Judgement?" For some reason that seems to hit a nerve, "and who are you to judge the life of another?" There's a flare of defiance in Marsh's eyes but also a hesitance to make any moves.

The woman looks up to Crimson nervously, "What are you talking about?" She asks, her voice trembling. She somewhat stood behind Marsh as she did so. "Who are you? What are you doing?"

Marsh dislodges the kunai from their sketchbook, very briefly checking the damage has been done and trying not to cut their fingers on the sharp blade. "Sir, you're clearly very powerful, no doubt to that, but I think maybe we can all sit down and have a nice chat? Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding?" Their voice is sincere as they try to de-escalate the situation. Logically, they know that the girl most likely did something to upset someone who's probably a deity but also, there's not a lot Marsh thinks warrants death or even physical injury. In their eyes, the girl is clearly the victim here, justified or not.

"Please, I do think you have me mistaken for someone." She reiterates, "My name is Arcan Rhind. Maybe you've gotten me mixed up?? I was just in a rush to get somewhere... did I do something wrong?"

"I'm not mistaken by you Ms. Arcan.  In truth.." Crimson stops and thinks a moment before climbing off the roof into the streets and clearing a way to the two.  "you're chased by guards earlier.  That's why I followed you." 

Crimson looks at Marsh for help.  "I'd ask your friend here.  I've just got here and been wandering around." 

Crimson focused on his Limiter and clenched his fist over it, keeping it steady.  "That is fine by me.  But one of ya are gonna have to guide me.  I'm clearly not very good at crowds..."