"I already told you to stay away from me, creep." A woman barked over her shoulder, quickening her pace as she moved through the back routes of the merchant district. For all their expensive buildings, none of them came back here, leading to pathways made of compacted dirt that were barely illuminated by the mid day sun.
Passageways perfect for the lower classes who wanted to avoid the carriages racing past them, as too many had been struck by them to the point that they felt like the drivers were swerving to hit them on purpose.
The only issue was that it made them easy targets for those who would want to do them harm in other ways. But that was nothing new to the types of people who took these shortcuts often.
Being robbed or attacked, that was just expected to happen at least once or twice in your life. It was all part of living the wonderful life in the big city.
