It was late when Enjolras left the Musain, but he wasn't overly worried. He knew the way home, and knew shortcuts, besides, so he would be home before he knew it. He was wary, of course. It was always best to be wary, both even and especially when there weren't crowds of people around.
He was most of the way home when he happened to notice someone of the sidewalk across from him walking in pace with him. He slowed, they slowed. He stopped, they stopped. He sped up, so did they. He supposed he probably looked well to do enough to justify someone trying to rob him, and that he would be a good mark, out here on his own. Or maybe someone had gotten word about Les Amis and what they were planning...nStill, he continued home, walking a bit faster, turning down an alley that was a short cut... and blocked off. He stopped short, feeling a brief wash of panic overtake him before turning, straight-faced, to face the approaching person whi had been tailing him. He didn't have a weapon, but he tensed his hands into fists, waiting.
@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l
