Thump.
The dull sound of my shoes hitting the hard stones of the floor wasn't loud enough to attract anyone's attention. The shouts of the people from the auction hall all rushing in to deal with the fire were more than enough to cover the noise I made.
'No one should be able to see me,' I thought, quickly changing my position from where I landed.
With the fires to my back, the area that their light didn't reach would turn subjectively even darker. Anyone who would as much as throw a single glance towards the commotion would have a way harder time noticing my silhouette in the darkness.
It was a trick I learned... by reading books. Something that one of my favorite authors pointed out, explaining why guards in the medieval cities rarely used fires while patrolling the walls through the night.
Damn, now I have the answer. I now know why it was far easier to write longer chapters before Mia's arc.
It's all the first person's fault... Or maybe I just got too used to the third person? Who knows?