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Oh shyke. True enough, the Akalak would never hurt either Pycon, but that didn't mean that he really wanted to let her get caught by the man. If she made it to open ground, though.. there was no chance it wouldn't happen. He tried to wheel Xarex around to pursue, but the girl was bolting through the crowds at high enough speeds that people in the crowds were pushing out to make way. He couldn't even budge from the spot until she was long-gone, along with the Akalak that completely ignored the squirrel in favor for her. No, no no no... He needed to find her, quick as possible.. the only question was, which way did she go?
The best chance was to continue running through the same street she'd gone through moments ago. The farther he went down it, the less confident he became. Did she go to the left.. to the right? Heck, she could have bolted straight out of the city walls by that point, or she could have backed all the way up to where he'd been moments ago. There was simply no telling among all the thick legs of the passers-by. He didn't really want to, but in the end, he dismounted from Xarex and gave him a comforting pat on the head. If there was any city safe enough to keep the dog out of harms' way, it was Syliras. "Go on, go fetch clay!" He didn't have a clue whether this would work, but heck, it was worth a shot wasn't it? "Go find Nivel, go on, go find clay!" The dog began barking, excited, and practically pounced the squirrel. "No, not me! Other clay!" There really was nothing to it. He shoved the dog off gently and nimbly hopped between the legs of the few that still lingered about the streets until he found a wall, and gripped it with all his strength.
Climbing it wasn't hard at all, but searching for Nivel once he got to the top was. Thankfully not everything was actually stretched out into the narrow corridors and stuffy apartments like most of the other districts of Syliras in the Nettle District, and he had some space to gain ground and search over a little more of it. The rooftops became stepping-stones that the squirrel easily bound over, scouring through the streets below. He couldn't see Nivel, but worryingly he could see his own patron dismounting his horse to begin slipping between the stalls of one of the alleys. The thick, shining platemail and weapons clasped to his hip meant that he found it quite a bit easier to part the crowds than normal when people eventually saw just what he was.
She can't be far. He turned and ran along the rooftops leading down the same alley he'd seen the Akalak enter, turning corners and rounding the smaller corridors leading off. "Nivel!"