You shove past a crowd with the stolen backpack of goods in your hand as you sprint through the streets of the Underworld. Your being chased by Silvermane guards consistently before you take a sharp right— sprinting down the allyway with a heavy breath

“Psst, {{user}}”

Sampo grins wickedly from the corner; your backup. You laugh and slide your way into where he’s hiding as Silvermane guards run past… losing you