...but we can catch him. He's no Gingerbread man.
Little Prey leaves the Inn to brave the streets, movements fast and breaths quick. Hails a cab and leaves my vision. Poor Little Prey. He Runs and my fun begins.
The Master laid a trap, then and now. Before when he failed to catch the boy on foot. Poor Little Prey thought Fighters' plan for the Longest Night had worked. Alas, he went back to test my dear Master again and was thus caught in His web.
Now, Little Prey flees the Land of Rebellion for "safer" ground. Black leaves surround all, alas.
The Servant wishes you ado.