[The thud and splash of quickened footfalls on soaked mud gave way to a sharper, harder noise as the ground transitioned to pavement. The outskirts of Bavan provided them with cement pathways leading into the city. It wasn't spotless and pristine like the streets Hythlodaeus was used to in his metropolis, but this urban sprawl was much more akin to that with which he was accustomed than the deserted graveyard was. Panting, he kept a decent pace with Faramir until they were safe between rows of buildings. An athlete he was not. He was much more comfortable behind a desk, where he belonged. But alas, fate had placed him out of breath in the rain, covered in dirt, legs burning.]

Ah... phew, 'tis plain our foe has ceased giving chase. To be prudent, however, let us muddle ourselves in the throng. Though I'm not quite certain how well we'll do at blending in...

[With another huff, Hythlodaeus approaches the groups of pedestrians roaming the sidewalk with a calm ease, one very at home in the bustle of a city. He makes sure Faramir is close by, however, as he feels it's still appropriate to look out for each other. Who knows what else might be looking to bludgeon their skulls in with the tool of their respective trade.]