Over the hissing of steam and grinding of metal to metal, there was suddenly a barked command across the platform, "Halt!"
As travelers turned to look to the sound, interrupted in their dragging along packs or reading the paper, Gwyll, instead, muttered under his breath "Shit..." and moments later in a flash of his red cloak he departed, dashing out of line of sight of the agent pursuing him, into the dregs below the station.

Art by the very talented royz/latex
Gwyll © wolfbeast

All other characters displayed are uncredited extras ;)