"Come back here you scum!"
A vendor screamed as he ran after someone with a club in his hands in the Bazaar.
But he could not catch up, his fat body could not catch up to the agility and speed possessed by a demihuman, even though he was just a child.
A Young Edward Foxglove ran with all his might, Dodging everyone he could that was trying to catch him. All whilst holding dearly to the fruit and bread in his embrace.
"GHA!"
Eventually, he was hit by a stray club by someone from the crowd, yet he endured the pain and kept running.
"GET HIM!"
It was of no use, he ran away.
He ran And ran and ran until his feet were bleeding from the asphalt streets. His feet, ankles, and knees were all bruised black from the occasional pebbles that would be on the road.
And on top of that, he seemed malnourished, incredibly malnourished.
"Haaa..."
Taking refuge in a small alley, he sat down as he collected his breath.
