Ryn landed lightly on the edge of a tiled roof and paused.
Below him, the capital stretched out in quiet layers with the occasional patrol drifting past in practiced loops.
The city was asleep.
He crouched for a moment longer than necessary, realizing that he'd been roof-hopping a lot recently.
Ryn exhaled softly and glanced down at the road running parallel to the estate wall. Well-lit and guarded, but not excessively so.
If he wanted to, he could just walk.
Present himself. Request an audience. Let the system grind its gears.
Be in the light instead of staying in the dark, maybe forget his tendencies for a little bit.
Then he imagined it. Waiting, being delayed, then ultimately—politely dismissed.
Ryn grimaced.
"…No way," he muttered.
He pushed off the roof and moved again, momentum carrying him forward as the city blurred beneath his feet. A final leap carried him over the outer wall of the Gremory compound.
