Garret raced through the weatfields that grew up to around six feet tall, high above his 5'4 fraim. That was bad though, because the calvalry of Darrowin were still chasing him, and since they were on horses, they could see the grass moving aside. He had to find somewhere to run, somewhere to hide. The dark skies were helping his retreat however, for they could not see as well in the night as he could. He turned a bit as he went, making his way closer to Darrow Hill, where he could better hide amongst the trees. It was strange though, all he did was kill one person! So what if it was the Mayor.