[center][h3][color=#2eb8b8][b]O[/b][/color]z[/h3][hr][/center][sub][i]Greytry - Edge of the Circus[/i], Kingdom of Etrid | [@BigPapaBelial] [@Sep][/sub]

[indent][indent]Oz was use to being invisible and the commotion cause by the guard's death was expected. Among the panicking circus workers and rattled animals, Oz simple slipped away into the periphery of the masses. A commoner would have missed the orange glow of the girl's eyes, quick as they were but he was no ordinary person. What felt like a lifetime of avoiding detection, being aware of his surroundings, and always on the knife's edge afforded him skills akin to preternatural observation. 

He strolled at a pace not considered unusual while keeping sight of the fleeing girl even as she ducked, dodged, and maneuvered to what she perceived as safety. The book he typically carried was held at chin-level as he feigned distraction. The girl he had saved was obviously more than lucky and less inclined to leave her escape up to chance; that level of desperation piqued Oz's interest in her. Though he was still unsure of whether he wanted to kill her or not yet. 

Once he realized that the girl was traveling aimlessly, he picked up speed. A risky gamble for sure but he'd rather no one else take his prey, if that was what he'd decide about her. A quick gesture tightened his satchel against his chest as he joined the running girl. [color=#2eb8b8][b]"If you're in need of help, I can find you a place to hide. This place is my home after all,"[/b][/color] he said gently, eyes straight ahead. [color=#2eb8b8][b]"But first you [i]must[/i] slow down, your speed arouses attention."[/b][/color]  [/indent][/indent]