Mikhail stood there, watching the exchange between the woman and her brother. Rosaline, a rose the color of her hair. Mikhail didn't want to see her go just yet, so he did something that he would never had thought to do. "Um, Rosaline, if you wouldn't mind, could I tag along?" Nudging Brynhild with his foot,the wolf padded back up to the boy. "You see, I'm new here, and I've found that I've gotten a wee bit lost." Hoping that the plea for mercy would allow him to walk with the woman, Mikhail didn't dare hold his breath. Suddenly, someone rammed into him from behind. Forcing Mikhail to take a step forward, right into the space in front of Rosaline. Immediately, their eyes met. Deep blue against jade green. 

Taking a quick step back, like the side step of a dancer or a fighter, Mikhail stammered a little. "Sorry 'bout that." A sad smile spread across his face as Mikhail was convinced that his chances were gone now. "I'm not used to the hustle and bustle of the city, so I really need someone to help me out."

His statements weren't an exaggeration. For a small town boy like him, the roads of the city were like rivers of people. Horses moved up and down the street, soldiers in bright armor riding on top of he rolling steeds. Carts, with large andl loud wheels, travelled through the throngs of people. Then the people themselves. Always in a hurry, pushing and prodding, they travelled. Shopkeepers yelled at passersbys as dogs barked at vagrant cats. Rats and mice scurried in the dark corners of the city, carrying disease. Yes, this was all new to the young man. New, and terrifying.