Huff! Huff!
Kel's labored breathing drowned out the shouts behind her as she sprinted through the maze of streets behind the Seven Lions Inn.
With the register safely tucked away and her mask and cloak still in place, all she had to do was shake off her chasers and make it to the meeting place.
Similarly to the way her previous conviction that nabbing the register would be easy had turned into a curse, she soon found herself screeching to a halt in front of a stone wall.
She had cornered herself at a dead-end.
"Curse this empire and its nonsensical street layout!" she exclaimed, kicking a nearby crate.
Wait, a crate!
Kel took a quick look and found, in total, four crates lining the alley. Of those, three of them looked sturdy enough to climb on.
