"Why don't you back away a little," said the robed man, "it seems frightened. Just set the cloak on the floor and that should do."
Ardan felt like a fool. Speaking to a cat and offering it clothing; he must have looked insane. He sometimes forgot that humans usually had a difficult time distinguishing the similar races.
"Of course," responded the thief by placing the cloak on the ground beside the cat and stepping away. He turned to the other man, an apologetic look on his face.
"I am very sorry for this whole situation. Sometimes, I forget that the entire world is
not out to get me. I just had to be sure that you were not one of my pursuers, and this was the only way I knew how."
He bowed his head slightly as a sign of sincerity and respect, knowing that people generally disliked being threatened. He also knew that very few could truly understand his plight, and even fewer would take it as an excuse for making them fear for their lives.
"My name is Ardan, a Kelvic of Sylrias. I am a thief, an outlaw, and, in many eyes, a vicious murderer. Report me to the guard if you must, but know that I will be gone by the time you return."
Ardan knew that saying something like this was incredibly risky, but he had to be honest. He could see the anger in the man's eyes, and wished that he had run instead of laying down his weapon. Things would have been so much simpler.