Rushing down the main way, Myyt was gaining quite a bit of ground on his pursuers. He smiled again. "What amateurs," he thought, "wearing such heavy armor in this heat is a death sentence!" Looking back to see his pursuers bend over to catch their breath, Myyt clumsily bumped into someone, nearly knocking them to the ground. Luckily for him, they were a very soft someone... like a fluffy pillow to soften his impact.
"Hey! Watch where you're-" Myyt started until he saw that he had nearly toppled a lady (and no slouch for that matter), "Oh my! Excuse me ma'am." Myyt said with a shallow bow, but just enough to reveal the tell tale glint of a golden hilt hidden in the folds of his clothing. Before he had a chance to continue, a bellow rose up from the exhausted guards, as they shouted dark curses and bloody oaths with renewed vigor at the young thief. "Well, as much as I do love the outdoors, perhaps we should get inside?" Myyt said hastily, sizing up the dusty and tired travelers. "Don't worry, the innkeeper here loves me!" With that, he began to rush towards the direction of the inn.