Gylaw stumbled into the alley, pushing his back to the wall and sliding down into sitting. He forced his helmet off and leaned his head to the stone wall, trying to calm down his breathing. He came from a tournament where he performed weakly, blood is flowing down on his armor in thin creeks. The tournament cost him his last gold coins, he had been in a really tight situation in the past weeks. He hoped to win a prize for food or shelter, but for tonight he will sleep on the ground in the alley.