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A plume of smoke rose from Hanzi's pipe as he stood watching the scene unfold. He took a deep pull and pulled his wide brimmed hat low over his eyes.
The "guards" appeared from the alley, the game had begun. Hanzi gripped his walking stick, a stout cane made from oak, and began to make his way back towards the playing field.
His eyes scanned the rooftops for more bandits. He mentally began to break down the possible avenues of escape and the multiple forks in the road. Obviously the roadway made the most sense, alleys decreased one's options and increased boldness in ruffians. Small, squat, blocked off, it was the perfect ambush point. The open street offered options.
Hanzi wondered if he should raise the alarm, but decided to let events continue to ride. Doing that would smoke him out, identify him as Anora's ally, and take away his own strength- surprise. He was the wild card and he waited for the perfect time to show his hand.
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