He was at small square between six dilapidated town houses and only two streets leading out of it, one of which led back to the market and the guards who were doubtlessly following. The other led to… hell if he knew. He had stayed out of the inner city by and large. It seemed oddly deserted, nothing stirring but a sad little fountain in the middle and a rather dead-looking tree. He looked back. The street winded to the left and to the right again, and he wasn't clearly visible from the market. He considered his options.