'It,' Damen echoed, taking in the lay of the room as Matthias walked ahead of him. It was almost identical to the one in which he'd awoken, though a good deal cleaner. Tidier. Fewer bits of clothing and items scattered about. 'Are you implying the city itself is in control?'

A moment later, Matthias handed him a shirt made of simple, white fabric. There were blessedly few lacings -- none, in fact -- and Damen turned it this way and that before fitting it over his head like armor. It fit snugly, stretching across his shoulders and digging into his upper arms, but it would do. The sandals provided were a better fit and, though there were no lacings to keep them affixed, he found little difficulty keeping them on.

Glancing up then, he gave Matthias a thoughtful look and a nod. 'And thank you,' he said, his voice a touch softer as he plucked at the shirt. 'These are very strange garments.'