Matt made his way to the poorer part of the city and changed his appearance once again. This time, he kept his normal height and bulk, but gave himself a swarthier look with a few visible scars and a broken nose.
He stopped to buy some shabbier clothes from a second-hand store, and easily blended in with the denizens of the poorer section of the city.
It took some getting used to after spending so much time in more established cities. He had expected no one to be poor, but that had been an extremely naive notion.
There were always people who didn’t cultivate beyond the minimum, and those that were simply down on their luck.
The less well-off needed to exist somewhere, and even with housing and food being provided to everyone by imperial law, there were always poorer sections of every c
