Back to the Inn
We dropped through the city with barely a whisper of noise, a silver shadow a streak of crimson hair. The streets were still packed with panicking civilians, split by the occasional armed patrol, so we kept on the roofs. I laid low on Fable's back as we bounded over the evening skyline, urging him ever faster, and yet dreading that very thing. With the magical acceleration provided by Wind's Speed, Fable practically flew over the rooftops. By the time we reached the outer districts of the city, my knuckles ached with how tightly I was griping his fur.