Damian had moved on, keeping to the edge of the city. He was testing its limits, as well as his own. How close was to close, how far did things go? He was no fool or noob to many things, including how knowledge was power. It was wise for one to be in tune and aware of their surroundings, in order to keep the upper hand, and avoid being trapped or overthrown due to foolishness. He wondered a bit to himself though, why did he stay here? His plan was to move on, putting as much distance between him and the prison as well as the guards as he could, so why stay? He thought about this. Maybe the best place to lay low and hide for awhile would be right under their noses? They would not expect him to be bold enough to stick around where he could possibly be found. He smiled a bit, yeah, that was it…right? He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
He needed to change, that was for sure. He set off, in search of someplace who would have clothes that would at least work for now. He soon found some, sneaking into a shop, acquiring a black T-shirt with a mark that looked oddly like the tattoo of the eye on his shoulder, though on the shirt it was white and on the opposite side. He decided to keep the striped prison pants for now, they would work fine, and the shirt would do well if he needed bandages or something. He slipped out, looking down at his bare feet. Maybe some shoes? It was odd for one to walk around barefoot wasn’t it? He preferred his bare feet, and was used to them for now, so he was in no hurry to change that. With this in mind, he got back to his task at hand.
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