It took nearly half an hour to get all the way through, but finally I pulled my last foot through and hung from the roof. Free. I dropped to the ground and made sure I was back in my regular proportions. I was tempted for a brief moment to turn my fat into muscle, but any deviation from my standard form felt awkward and unnatural. Still, I could use a disguise.
My face itched as I moved the skin and bone around. Higher cheekbones, stronger chin, blue eyes and full black hair. Subtle changes, but it should be more than enough to avoid suspicion. At least for long enough for me to get out of town.
Satisfied, I cautiously made my way out of the alley next to the jail. After another ten minutes, I had gathered what few things I needed from the inn. Soon I was on the road north.
Toward the Asylum.