Thomas nodded as he exited the manhole. He stood tall as he looked for the appropriate street, and once he found it he began to jog down it at a brisk pace. Thomas was once again responsible for people, he didn't enjoy that role, but it was the one his job often afforded him.<br/><br/>Ylik looked around himself one more time, curious as to why nobody was around where he was. He noticed the smaller shops and decided he might find somebody in that direction, so he began walking down the road towards them. 'I may not be armed with conventional weaponry,' Ylik thought, 'But fortunately my body is the only thing I need to kill a man.' He took careful steps, walking slowly, carefully towards the shops. Ylik knew that his knowledge on this dimension was almost nothing, but he did have one advantage: He had a type of magic that had likely never been employed before on his side. A cruel grin crossed his face as the thought danced through his mind, but it quickly vanished as another entered; what if somebody in this dimension had discovered his type of magic as well, and what if they were better at it than him? He knew he'd have to be careful about displaying his abilities if that was the case, he didn't want to be seen as weak, especially after how hard he worked to get his magic functioning. The first thing he decided he'd do was find new clothes, it was plain that people who lived in a place like this would not dress the way he was, so he needed to look average.