Connor levelled a flat look at his father's retreating back, only because he knew that answer was coming and resented it all the same. But no -- he didn't need Haytham's help, nor did he expect to get it.
Keeping his ears strained for any more approaching guards, Connor forced himself to get moving again, passing through the alleys, ignoring the stares of of a carpenter in the process of fixing up a fence around the back of a house. He had to keep going...
He reached the next street, recognising a familiar tavern on the other side of the street. Three horses were tethered there, but there was also a regiment of guards posted outside, no doubt to keep watch for any potential Patriots or sympathetic rabble-rousing. Then Connor's eyes flicked up to the rooftops to keep track of Haytham -- assuming he wasn't long gone already -- while he tried to wrack his brains for a plan. If he could just draw their attention to something long enough to grab a horse and make an escape, perhaps he could make it out of this.
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Keeping his ears strained for any more approaching guards, Connor forced himself to get moving again, passing through the alleys, ignoring the stares of of a carpenter in the process of fixing up a fence around the back of a house. He had to keep going...
He reached the next street, recognising a familiar tavern on the other side of the street. Three horses were tethered there, but there was also a regiment of guards posted outside, no doubt to keep watch for any potential Patriots or sympathetic rabble-rousing. Then Connor's eyes flicked up to the rooftops to keep track of Haytham -- assuming he wasn't long gone already -- while he tried to wrack his brains for a plan. If he could just draw their attention to something long enough to grab a horse and make an escape, perhaps he could make it out of this.