Reidar accelerated the run, continuing to call the man ahead of him, trying to stop him somehow.
The streets of the city were completely deserted, all the people were concentrated in Golden Chariot Square.
"Stop!" shouted Reidar again, as the man in armor spun around, pulling out a small crossbow and firing an arrow at him.
Reidar managed to dodge the blow, having already sensed that he was an enemy warrior, and took advantage of it to gain ground, extracting the Failnaught.
Before he could get too close, the enemy pulled two daggers from behind his back.
Both stopped, facing each other about 20 meters away, catching their breath after the run.
"Why are you following me?" the man asked, looking at Reidar with a menacing air.
He was a young man, with black hair and no beard on his face: his armor was covered with scales at the top and showed a symbol engraved at belly height, but Reidar could not distinguish it well from that distance.
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