Inside a building within a large city, a muffled scream emitted and a fire was started inside. A man covered by a cloak exited the building and stepped onto the balcony, climbing down and jumping to the ground when he was low enough. Donning his hood, Markus fled the area, using the rain to his advantage. He ran down a specific street and looked for his help. His contact had indeed held up their end. Markus strode up to the horse that seemed randomly tied to an inn, but he knew it was intended for him. Hearing the shouts behind him, Markus quickly untied the horse and jumped onto it, kicking it to have it start galloping.

After almost a full day of travelling, Markus dismounted his horse and led it to the stable where he swiftly tied it to a post. When he was finished, Markus entered the tavern and pulled off his hood. It was obvious he had been in the rain for a while as his clothes were completely soaked but Markus didn't see anyone that could be a threat to him. Satisfied, he sat down at a table near the fire and put his feet up on the top. Markus set his head down, closing his eyes and acted like he fell asleep when in reality he listened in on the conversations nearby just in case.