Lun closed his eyes, his breath trapped in his throat as he hid. He had no place to go, no one to contact and no hiding spot.
Home? Home would simply be a hell, the Alleys, well the moment he was seen someone would call the guards. When the warrant for him would be out every single one of those low life bastards would be out for his neck and the handsome reward that would come from it. He was all alone, hiding in a musty dirty alley with his breath trapped on his chest because as he was walking he thought someone had recognized him.
He laughed, finding his whole situation quite funny and certainly ironic. The mess he had found himself, how easily he had forgotten Xan, every little piece that didn't seem to fit in the puzzle that called his life.