Victor nodded, that was just fine with him, and better to brave the grey plain now rather than later, beforehe lost what little nerve he'd built up to leave Artoria in the first place. He wasn't going to get anywhere fast if he couldn't even leave the damned town's walls.<br/><br/>He then spotted her...she was one of them. "Sophia, you...is there someone there?" Though he knew very well that she was there, he had to keep up apperances. But the person that approached was not the one that saw him dashing frantically away from their 'performance' in the square. This one was female but she did not lack the same presence that he could pick up even from this far away. Even as he felt his hackles rise as the same feeling of cold fear settle low in his gut. He would try his hand at bluffing his way around her, but the question remained as to whether the other one was, he'd seen him twice since the market, and both were rather unpleasant, for him at least.<br/><br/>In the few hours that followed his escape from the guards (I'll confuse you all by referencing to my very first post here) and the ardous descent to ground level, Victor had sought out one of the various streams that flowed throughout the town. It was a small one sure, barely worth much notice, but his wound needed some form of cleaning. The damned nail had near gone through his hand, the movement of the split flesh as he flexed his hand was painful, only causing more blood to seep from it. Sighing he removed the make shift bandage and dowsed the wound with the icy water. It stung but it's be wroth avoiding infection at all costs.<br/><br/>Choosing to indulge himself, Victor removed the blindfold, with so few people around his secret was exposed to naught but the shadows. He rubbed his eyes blearly, he could feel the exhaustion begin to settle deep in his bones. He lost a lot of energy running from those guards, too much and he berated himself fir it. Coin could not be wasted on much food when he had bigger plans in mind. Taking advantage of his being alone, or so he thought, Victor cupped the icy water and did his best to rub the grime from his face, careful not to get any in his eyes.<br/><br/>He'll blame it on the fact that he was near faint with exhaustion, but it took longer than usual to sense thatpresence once more. The drifting figure of purple and black, the gold burning in the man's eye sockets, was standing only a few feet away. Quickly tying the blindfold back in place, Victor made a point of turning slowly, before he was facing the man. There was little place to run considering the stream ran at the far eastren wall of Artoria, and besides that Victor really couldn't have run, not again, in the state he was in. Surely the man would not recgonize him from the market, surely? He hoped not.