Escher weaved his way through the city's many alley ways, stepping over trash and debris as he made his way to the city gates. The alleys were infinitely quicker than the clunky road outlined by the map on the flyer, as the main roads would be full of traffic this time of day. He wondered whether or not his ragged leather armor would be suitable for the company he was joining; there were many tales of the Greywood Company now that he thought back on it, and they had quite the reputation from what he's heard. Father Jerimiah was big on outside news, and he was always the first to have info on anything happening outside the city walls. Escher paused to eye his clothes, wrinkling his nose in disgust; he didn't smell too great either. He peeked around the corner of the street he stopped at, looking for any out of the way shops or stalls with some fabric to swipe. There wasn't much for easy picking when it came to clothes, though, so he supposed this would have to do. Shrugging inwardly, he began walking through the crowd. He was reaching the gates when he saw a few of his friends ducking into the alley that lead to the market. Abelial and Tavreth, two of the best pick pockets he knew from the Blight.

"Oh shit, the Blight"! 

Escher had totally forgotten that he was about to ditch one of the biggest gangs in Ostia Martin. The duo saw Escher standing in the middle of the street and beckoned him to join them, probably for a round of pocket picking at the market. He glanced at the flyer in his hand, and then back to his friends. He'd known Abby and Tav since he was just a kid... but, right now, he had bigger plans in mind. He'd probably never be able to safely set foot in Ostia Martin again, but so be it; he was leaving with the intentions of starting life fresh. So an entire gang wanted to hang him by his loins and beat him savagely? No big deal right? He turned back to show his ex-compatriots his, as his friends would put it, "about to do something insanely stupid face", before he turned back and ran for the gates. 

Running through the city gates was, at that moment, one of the greatest feelings Escher ever had. All sense of responsibility and stress slid off his shoulders in the wake of the breeze that blew against his face, and he felt truly alive for the first time in his life. Well, as alive as any boy who just ditched a dangerous gang can be; they'd begin hunting him in a few days, but hey. As he trudged through the grass outside the city, he thought to himself: "What if they dont need me? I've never even held a sword." These worries weighed him down for about 3 seconds before his regular demeanor perked him back up. However, his worries still nagged at the back of his head, causing him to stop in his tracks, head bowed, as he thought good and hard about his choice to leave the city. 

"Ack, why am I so indecisive?!" He tousled his hair letting it fall into his face. 

Just as before, he looked up with his tell tale smile and before he could have any second thoughts, he dashed foward through the rest of the grass and foilage. As it finally cleared away he was at the top of a hill, down below him was the camp. Taking long strides, he made his way down the hill to make it to the camp as fast as possible. This seemed like a good idea until he stepped on a shoe lace that came undone while he was running through the thicket behind him. His only warning was the sudden feeling of vertigo, then he began his descent.