Imogen walked through the camp in her human form, people taking stray glances at her from time to time. Some even openly staring at her in either digust, or awe.
Imogen didn't understand how almost everyone knew that it was her who battled the chosen of the earth demigod. Perhaps the tier three, or third cycle humans, as humans like to be different than everything around them, told them about her.
Imogen didn't really care either way though and left it at that. What really concerned her was the fact that she hadn't spotted Marris anywhere; how was Imogen supposed to find anything worth while to do without the help of Marris after all.
Imogen walked up to a man helping a wounded a patient and asked, "Hey, have you seen a man named Marris? If he's dead, that would kind of suck."
"Marris? The guy who saved thirty people?" Questioned the man.
"I think so, is he alive?" Inquired Imogen, feeling hopeful and also a bit melancholic.
