A split second to decide. He could keep running, hoping that he could keep outpacing the guards. But he was in the twisting maze that slums were with no idea where he was going, every second becoming more and more likely to lead to a dead end. Or he could put his blind faith in the figure offering a hand from the darkness. Eldarin's trust had lead him to places both high and low and this figure could very well want his possessions or his life, or simply to help him out. Uttering a quick prayer Eldarin turned and headed towards the figure, hoping he'd made the right choice.