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It felt like a needle was being jabbed into Nithel’s side as he raced- But he missed it. He missed it! The strange cart had zoomed past two seconds before he made it. Nithel almost threw himself off the roof, in a vain attempt to land on top, but skidded to a stop. He would miss. His bones would break on the tile below, or he’d be skewered by a pitchfork.

He growled again, and raked a hand back through his hair, staring as the cart with Alessio plummeted on. Then he noticed people starting to notice him on the roof. Women pointed, men looked at each other, and… a guard of some sort…

Nithel bent down, his hands on his knees, and tried to smile down at them while panting. Nay. His mind races with what to do.

The world swirls, and he can only think an angry thought before he’s stumbling into another room… again. This one like the bright one he had lost Alessio in.

Except it did not have as many people, only a young man who glittered like he was covered with the dust of jewels. The dust was on the floor around him as well, some pieces as large as actual jewels, but looked jagged. The man stood like waiting for something to pounce on him from any direction.

Nithel put his back against a wall, brows furrowing as he watched the man.

“Alright, let’s take it from the top!” The man’s body constricted, “Blind guy needs assistance avoiding the crazy people with guns and defenestration problems!”

Nithel straightened. He didn’t know what a ‘gun’ was. Nor ‘defenestration’. But he did know the word blind. He looked around them, and where he heard faded voices from above, he didn’t see anyone around. A but more shiny dust fell from the floor above them, dancing in the rising moon’s light.

“I’m gonna count to three and if someone hasn’t helped me by then, I’m smoking this entire room.”

“Hallo.” Nithel’s voice was gentle but firm. It carried to the stranger, especially if this man was blind. *thoughts* “What do you need help with?”

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