"Who do you think can catch the little thief first, Elric?" Herschel's voice rang out, remarkably clear despite the wind whistling past his ears. He vaulted over a stack of discarded merchant crates with the effortless grace of a mountain cat, his cloak billowing behind him like a dark sail. "I'll bet you dinner at the most expensive restaurant in the Capital! The loser pays for the wine!"
Elric didn't look back. His boots hit the cobblestones with rhythmic, deadly precision, his breath even and controlled.
"I don't have time for your idiotic bets, Herschel!" Elric shouted back, his eyes fixed on the fluttering edge of a gray hood fifty yards ahead.
This man is truly… His jaw tightening as he watched Herschel let out a bark of laughter and pushed off a stone wall to cut a corner.
