Crane hurriedly walked down the cobblestone paths, eying his surroundings.  He could never be too careful, for all he knew her spies could be in the city at that very moment.<br/>"You can just call me...Mr.Black, or Black for short.  For the sake of our safety it is best I do not share my full name with you now."  Crane looked back to the road ahead.  Night time was beginning to fall on Aluhar, and with the sun not long gone a gentle twilight descended over the city.  Residents that passed by, moved only to get indoors.  Many were drunk or exhausted, but this was expected.  At the first sight of the moon, a large pyramid-shaped chapel began to quiver with the sound of a large brass bell, no doubt signaling the day's end.  Almost instantly, hundreds of peasants and workers filled the streets, obscuring much of Crane's view.  He felt uneasy for sure, but to use magic to escape would prove counter-productive, and only draw more attention.<br/><br/>Five minutes later, Crane had the gates in his sight.  Jogging forward he could make out their ornate design, and dull color.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://cache2.artprintimages.com/p/LRG/15/1584/83RDD00Z/art-print/alan-blaustein-hampton-gate.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Crane surged forward covering the last few feet quicker than normal.  Pushing the large gates open, he waited.  It would do him no good if his companion got lost in the crowd.  Just then, two guards in silver armor approached him, beckoning him to come away from the gates.<br/><br/>"I'm leaving, just a traveler!" He called.  The men either didn't hear him or didn't care because immediately after, they drew heir weapons and began to shout at him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This doesn't look good...</span>He thought.<span style="font-style: italic">I need to get out of here, now!  Where is she?</span>