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Dammon considered the gentlemen, noting his fine attire and soft leather boots. With his embellished wooden cane and top-hat, Dammon's first instinct was to consider this man harmless. He caught himself, though. After so long in the wilds of the countryside, Dammon had to remind himself that in the city, dangerous men often wore silk and satin instead of leather and mail. He affixed his face with what he hoped was a pleasant smile, and nodded. "Greetings, and well met, good sir. I've just finished a long journey, and my most immediate concern is a soft bed, warm meal, and a cold ale. After that, only the Allfather knows. "