Tyren had a vague knowledge of Sector Six, having come once or twice with the Don. He remembered it as a quiet place, with few people inclined to ask questions about anyone. He also remembered an exit somewhere nearby, making it a perfect place to rest and regroup before leaving Midgar. Keeping his head down, he wandered through the town examining his options, before deciding that an inn was too public a place to stay. There didn't seem to be many other options, and he wanted to find somewhere quickly, before he was set upon by the numerous pickpockets and cutthroats in the area. In the end, he decided to crash in an old sewer pipe, already occupied by an incoherent old man who seemed to have no objections to his intrusion. The TV in there was on full blast, and after watching the news, Tyren was relieved to see that the Shinra hadn't yet made the search public. With a somewhat lighter heart, he pulled out his bedroll and settled in for what remained of the night.
The sounds of stores setting up for the day and people leaving for work filtered through to Tyren, and with a groan, he sat up. He knew he had to be out of Midgar before Raun could contact Shinra. Hurriedly strapping everything back on, he made a quiet exit from the pipe so as not to awaken the old man dozing on the couch, then made his way to Wall Market for supplies. Accosted by various creatures along the way, he was pleasantly surprised at the ease with which he defeated them. His first stop was the materia store. After much deliberation, and a not-very-happy person waiting impatiently behind the counter, he left with a Cure and a Fire materia. Passing by the clothing store on his way back, a hooded black robe caught his eye. He realised he could, effectively, remain hidden and nameless under it, and even though it cost him most of what he had left, he bought it. Feeling much more confident under it, he returned to Sector Six, and the only exit from Midgar that he knew of.
"Open! Open up, damn you!"
A voice behind Tyren spoke up.
"You need a key to get in and out of the city. So, I suppose its just as well that I'm also leaving."
Tyren mumbled his thanks as the stranger produced the aforementioned object, and unlocking the gate, he let Tyren through first before stepping outside himself and relocking it.
"How come you're leaving Midgar, my black-hooded friend? Are you going on the excavating trip up north as well?"
"No, just uh… you know, visiting family and stuff."
The man nodded, then angled himself in the direction of the beach.
"We're all meeting up at the shore, and I suppose you're going overland. Nice meeting you. Goodbye, friend."
Tyren dipped his head in reply, then scrabbled through the pack for his map as the man walked off. The closest village seemed to be Kalm, about two days away. With a sigh, he set his sight on the seemingly endless plains, his back to Midgar, and began the lonely trek.