Salim ducked low as the fight between his new debtor and the guard quickly resolved itself. He gazed down at the blade in his hand. It was a paltry thing, and his lack of body mass meant that if this fellow, now armed with a far more effective weapon, were to betray him, there was little Salim could do to stop it without the backing of his contacts around the city. 

"Which way?" he asked, looking back at the crowd. It would be too easy to duck into the unorganized horde and become instantly anonymous. He turned, and found another alternative. The storm drains that can be accessed by night workers could provide an easy escape, and Salim knew the paths well enough to escape the inquisition. He left it up to his debtor to choose the path.