For some reason your first instinct when approached by law enforcement is to run, (which makes me question your alignment) so you turn heel and push past little old ladies and unstable toddlers because someone with authority made eye contact. The crowd slows the guard, who just wants to have a little chat, down and you put distance between the two of you. What you failed to account for are the guards armed with bows and arrows on top of the wall. This is no faire, nor is it a society of "innocent until proven guilty".

It the sudden pressure that makes you look down to see the tip of an arrow protruding from your chest. The pain is quick to follow. This guard is merciful and one shot was all he needed to take down his mark. You try to breathe but it's impossible so you collapse to the ground, the last thing you see are the dirty feet and boots of the peasants gathering to watch you die.

Today you learned two new things! What it feels like to drown, and how it feels to be shish kabob.

Running automatically makes you guilty of something.