Dinjo tensed. He sensed someone was following him. Looking around as he is biting his lip. Crap! Someone noticed! Crap! Hide! Run! Panic sets in and he looks around. Where did he go now? He couldn't be caught.<span style="font-style: italic">Caught was bad. Caught meant most definently</span>new enslavement. He walks faster and then skids to a stop. Groaning and looking up. There was five HUGE and TOUGH built guys standing in his path. He blinks and backs up as they continue advancing upon him. This was bad. Now what did he do? He didn't want to use magic...that would be dangerous to his own safety. He didn't have time to think as he was jerked up by his collar. Squirming as the guy started saying something in french.