His arms pumping, feet a blur, the shouts of the angry guards waving scimitars just behind him, it gave him an elated feeling like no other. Khahir grinned over his shoulder at the guards and chuckled maliciously to himself.<br/><br/>The wide cloth belted around his waist and the long ends of his scarf flapped furiously behind him as he sprinted down the market street. It was early morning, so the sun had not yet fully risen in the sky and the crowds of shoppers hadn't gathered yet. It made for an easy, unobstructed path down the sandy road soon he'd be home free...<br/><br/>But then another group of guards came around the corner ahead of him, lining up to block his progress. Now he was trapped! Or so they thought...<br/><br/>Khahir skidded to the right, ducking into a narrow dead-end alley between two buildings. The guards followed, closing in on their quarry at last. But Khahir was literally two steps ahead of them. Turning to face one wall of the alley, the agile fugitive ran at it. His momentum carried him three steps up the wall, then he turned to the side and shot out his arms and legs. The walls of the alley were so close together, one could spread their arms and touch each wall. This is what Khahir now did - pressing against each wall with his hands and feet, he was able to lodge himself out of reach of his sword-waving pursuers.<br/><br/>Without waiting for them to try anything, Khahir immediately reached up with his hands to a higher point, pressed again, then lifted his legs up. In this manner, he was able to spider-climb all the way to the rooftops four stories above the ground.<br/><br/>Pulling himself onto the roof, he took off running again. Having lost the guards, it was an easy run back to the cozy little lair he called home. He found the hole in a high, out-of-the-way rooftop that led to his den of cushions and carpets, took a deep sigh of relief, and dropped in…<br/><br/>…<br/><br/>…Only to have his boots clap against hard stone after a strangely long fall. With a surprised grunt, Khahir collapsed to the floor in a heap. He lay there for a moment, blinking in confusion at the foreign floor his face was now pressed against. Slowly, he rose to a crouching position an looked around. All around him, stone walls too high for him to reach and too smooth to climb towered over him. Before he could even stop to think, a strange voice drifted into his mind…<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Maze of the Condemned, I am Master Adrian Mizuho, A powerful wizard who has brought you here. I wish you good luck and hope you survive."<br/><br/>Khahir got to his feet, suddenly quite alert and suspicious. What sorcery was this? Maze of the Condemned?<br/><br/>“What the hell?…” he quietly muttered to himself.<br/>