Your armour is heavy; in need of adjustment each step is causing it to shake and jangle. Tired you 
close your eyes for a second making the sound of your armour unusually loud, loud enough to block 
out the quiet conversations going on from the rest of the party around you.

A woman suddenly yells, "Stop! Thief!" causing you snap to alertness. You stop proceeding and see 
the disturbance in the crowd before you catch sight of the people involved; a middle-aged woman 
lamenting over the loss of her purse, the rough-looking young man pelting away, random passers-by 
trying to stop him and failing.

You set off in pursuit, your fellow Guard falling in behind; he's young, inexperienced but eager. 
It doesn't take you long to realise that you're slowing him down; no longer a young man you know 
that there's no way that you can catch the thief in a straight chase. Then again, you know this 
part of the city well enough that a straight chase might not be necessary...

Signalling to your young partner to keep up the pursuit, you duck down an alleyway, running through 
garbage and worse in the hope of reaching your destination in time. Panting slightly you reach the 
other end of the shortcut and glance quickly around the corner; the thief is running headlong up 
the road, your partner behind him. You wait until the last moment and step out in front of him 
suddenly; with no time to dodge he collides with your hastily-raised shield and bounces off, falling 
over backwards.

You lower the shield as your partner finally catches up and points his sword at the man on the floor. 
"You're nicked, chum," he says; you wince at the cliche as you shake to settle armour dislodged by 
your run. You close your eyes just for a second the clanking metal blocks out anything your partner 
says further. When you open your eyes, you're back in the world you left behind.