The heavy oak doors closed behind him, his boots echoing on the marble floor as he walked out of the sepulchral quiet of city hall, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to ensure the doors stayed closed. He sped his pace. By the time he exited the building, the rain had stopped and the sun shone through the clouds, causing his armour to glint and strobe periodically as he passed beneath the shadows of buildings and awnings. He was about ten paces from the buildings when he broke into a jog, raising a few eyebrows from the passing city folk going about their day. He was flat out running by the time he got to a knick-knack shop, his armour clanking noisily. He looked behind him – still no one. He broke out into a sprint, uncaring for how uncomfortable it was to do so in heavy armour, making a beeline for the townhouse. He suddenly needed to very much get on that boat very soon, and he unfortunately left whatever money was in the delivery package back at city hall. He needed a little help.