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At the question about being seen on sight, Horus, well, he looked a bit like a combination between the cat that ate the canary combined with the little kid that knew they’d gone done wrong. Well, about that, there may have also been an incident with one of their wives, though in my defence she did not say she was married, and then not realising I was in the presence of more than just an angry husband, I shifted into a bird and flew out the window. I thought I’d lost them, but then one saw me and recognised me. He genuinely wouldn’t have slept with the woman if he’d known she was married. Not that his morals were squeamish about such a thing, but his sense of self-preservation generally dictated he didn’t diddle in dangerous waters.

Horus didn't need to be told twice. He bolted after Esme, his boots pounding the cobblestones as they dashed down the alleyway. The sounds of pursuit grew louder, but the narrow passageways and their head start gave them a slim chance of escape.

As they ran, Horus couldn't help but glance back, his eyes meeting Esme's determined gaze. They had to find cover soon, or their luck would run out. Horus could fight, if he had to. He had some training with his dagger he kept on him and of course there was always turning into a blighted bear.

I have a friend on the other side of town, if we can make it that way we might have better odds, and the man owes me a favour. I’d suggest attempting diplomacy, but I fear their feelings towards mages is far too fanatical to talk them down. Just his luck, not only was the woman married, but married to an anti-mage asshole.

@Esmé Lachance