The person at the front counter was a woman. This just keeps getting better and better,
Mikhail thought. Luckily the line moved slow enough for him to gather his courage to speak to the clerk. Not to say when he did finally get his turn that he was very smooth.“Um... Yes... I'm a-a shifter.... I need to register, I guess.”
He fell over his words but ultimately the woman knew exactly what needed to be done. “Ah, yes,”
she said flatly. Then she started rambling.
Mikhail paid no attention to what she was saying, focusing more on her movements. If she makes a wrong move, I'm getting the hell out of here.
He watched her closely as she was blabbering and moving around papers. He thought she said something about her uncle or something being a shifter, too. Mikhail signed a couple of documents all while still watching the clerk intently. She snatched up the papers quickly, put them somewhere under the desk, and continued talking. It was a relief when the Inquisitor interrupted.
Christof wrote:"Sorry to interrupt madam,” he began politely "I will let you finish your conversation, but may I ask a quick question first, have you any information on a man by the name of Benjamin Moore? He’s a good friend of mine and he was last seen here.”
The woman turned her attention to the man allowing Mikhail to breathe a sigh of relief. Then the Inquisitor turned to leave. Mikhail was about to be hot on his trail, but then he saw the mage. Changers be damned!
He had not even noticed the scent of the guard as he'd approached the building. The Inquisitor smiled at the guard and greeted him warmly. The guard was not so pleasant. The guard was actually about to arrest the Inquisitor. Quite a hilarious sight when Mikhail thought about it. “Good point, get the shifter as well, throw them both in the dungeon!”Not my day,
Mikhail repeated the mantra that had been running through his thoughts constantly since entering the city. He bolted toward the door just after the old man dashed outside. He saw the Inquisitor leap over a cart and make for the city wall. Spry for a human.
Mikhail had no intentions of leaving the city until he'd killed the remaining members of his old gang, so he took off straight down the street.“Oy, Inquisitor!”
Mikhail yelled just before splitting from the man's path. “I'll find you!”
He bolted down the street knocking down everyone in his way. He didn't have to look behind him to know the guards were still there. They were close enough to smell with the cotton shoved up his nose. He made a quick dash to the right and then another right turn. One last right and he'd be behind the guards, but they were too close. A quick thought and Mikhail was scaling a small building. Just have to get up there before they turn the corner.
He could tell he was being gawked at and hoped that the citizens would not give away his position. Right before he could pull himself onto the roof, though, his leg started throbbing as if it had been cut. Not now. Please, not now!
He used his good leg to haul himself up and lay silently panting for breath.
As the guards' smells got weaker Mikhail let himself relax. Now all the guards would know who he was, they knew exactly what he was too. He started regretting going to the Hall in the first place. It would be easier to kill a Battlemage than it would be to hide from an entire city of them. For now, Mikhail would have to content himself with lying on the building until his leg stopped aching.