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The First eyed the sunlight falling around him with a measure of distaste. He'd probably be best heading back to the Academy very quickly.

"You looked lonesome. I figured I may as well offer my company, in case you were that desperate." He smiled, the falsely humble words falling out of his mouth almost automatically. 

Of course, if she did decide she'd rather be alone, he could vanish with a shrug, brushing it off easily. From what he'd heard, Zoey was a little odd, and he was accustomed to rolling with peoples' oddities. If a customer wanted to browse on their own, you let them.

His gaze swept over the marketplace again. There had already been one brawl earlier, probably incited by some gallivanting Fourths. The students of the Academy were both famous for their skill and infamous for their troublemaking, and something told Damian that the Headmaster wasn't about to put a leash on them any time soon. The man needed a leash himself at times, from what Damian had heard.

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