You try to be as stealthy as possible. You hope to wait until the guards leave.

Your heart is pounding.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What if they figure it out?! What if they start searching the area and find me?! I don't want to go to jail!" - the panic in your head is getting stronger.

You can hardly hold back your sobs.

What are the two city guards doing who were chasing you?

They look with disgust at the pile of garbage and stinking waste. They also look towards the neighboring alleys.

One of the guards, clearly upset by the chase, says: "That bitch couldn't have gotten far. Let's split up and search the neighboring alleys more thoroughly."

The second guard curses angrily: "Fuck! I'm so tired of these stinking tiefling scums! I wanted to go to the tavern to get some lunch, and now I have to chase another nasty tiefling bitch who tried to steal from a street vendor! If we catch her, we should at least have some fun with this bitch! Let her compensate us for our efforts with her tiefling cunt! "

The two guards begin to disperse, moving away from each other down the street.

You continue to watch closely from your... "smelly" secret hiding place.

Soon you see that the two guards are going into the neighboring alleys.

Your thoughts are in chaos due to fear: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What should I do now?!"

You try to calm down.

But you are not doing it well.

After waiting ten minutes, you leave your hiding place - you crawl out of this broken wooden box.

Your left palm touches something liquid and smelly.

"Damn! Now I've got my hand dirty too! What a shitty, unlucky day today!" - you think.

You try to quickly get away from this garbage dump.

You quickly walk along the streets of the port district.

At the pier, your gaze notices large ships that are as tall as a three-story building. Each of these ships has three masts and large sails.

It is a majestic sight.

Someone in this world has so much money that it allows them to build such ships.

And you do not even have normal clothes and food.

One of the passing human street children points at you and mockingly laughs: "Ha! Ha! Stinking tiefling! Your hand is in shit!"

You continue walking along the dirty streets...

You decide to ignore the mocking child and continue walking.

After a while, you see an open market filled with bright colors and tempting aromas.

This area is clearly not as poor as the parts of the city you usually visit...

You haven't been to this street before...