Every so often Stiehl would look back to see if anyone was following him, and surely something was, however for the life of him he could not tell what it was. It seemed as if the very rocks and trail was shadowing him forever picking up dust behind him. Stepping stones indeed. But was he being followed or was he succumbing to mental rigour? he had been awake for a long time now, planning the assassination of that acolyte had tired him somewhat. Still he could not stop the feeling of being watched. So like any good assassin he moved from his course, changing his direction to circle widely across geeing the horse to kick up great clouds of dust and helping it along with a final flashbang.
He set the horse to move ahead and it would briefly till it went confused, he of course would be hiding behind the sparse natural cover, hiding under the earth waiting to see if the stones were still stepping towards him.
Arisal followed the cover of clouds that had been kicked up, dropping the he had made. He dismounted the horse, moving into the dust cover. He moved ins the dust, closing his eyes and covering his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth. It was several long moments before he could feel the air clear around him. He coughed to clear his throat, then called in the clear fine tones of an elf. "Hello!" He called in the common language of the humans of this realm.
"Listen, I hate these...people as much as you." The elf said, ducking his head to the ground. "I was a slave of theirs. I was a soldier, man. I can help you." Arisal put up his hands, placing them above his head in a universal sign for passivity.