The assassin stood and did as Chromia said, following her with a minor slouch and putting his hands in his pockets. It was far too crowded, he was too noticeable, and he didn't know enough about the situation to respond appropriately.
But stepping outside felt like he'd just been let out of shackles. The city was open enough that he could easily escape and regroup; the buildings were familiar enough in architecture that he could navigate them with ease, which meant he could track people down if need be. Some of the tension eased out of his posture as he straightened, taking in a breath. He hadn't realized just how much the buzz of conversation in the background and being surrounded by possible threats.
(He had not started to worry over such things until recently, after the first time he was bested, after what he felt was the first time he could have been killed by someone. After that, almost everyone became a possible threat.)
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But stepping outside felt like he'd just been let out of shackles. The city was open enough that he could easily escape and regroup; the buildings were familiar enough in architecture that he could navigate them with ease, which meant he could track people down if need be. Some of the tension eased out of his posture as he straightened, taking in a breath. He hadn't realized just how much the buzz of conversation in the background and being surrounded by possible threats.
(He had not started to worry over such things until recently, after the first time he was bested, after what he felt was the first time he could have been killed by someone. After that, almost everyone became a possible threat.)