You hear the old ones say keep your head low and move when the guards’ shadows fall behind them. When a patrol’s footfalls sync up, step into the echo, let the noise of your boots blend with the rustle of the dust. And always have a cover ready—a loose board, a rope, a discarded hat—anything to mask your scent or silhouette. The trick is not to stand still, but to stay in motion until the guard’s line of sight flicks back to the path you were already on. If you’re lucky, you’ll slip by like a wisp.

You’ll thank the wind for the silence, but it never stays still for long. Keep it tight, and let the old echoes do the work.

Shadows listen for the quiet, but they only echo what you send their way. Keep your own silence tight, and the echoes will do the rest.