As Carla, Elon, and Ragoni were wailing out their excruciating pain, Jaro became the main attraction as he went to the rather crowded marketplace.
Walking as if nothing happened, his shirt had turned into tattered charcoal with the extreme steam and burning flare that came from his whole body.
He wore two pants on top of each other. He also had his double stacked long pants soaked in water so that the moisture didn't make him end up going around in full commando.
Mortals and Forest Spirits alike, they gazed at the laidback Jaro with a confused expression.
One of the passerby kids tugged her mother's dress again and again, filled with curiosity and excitement. "Mama! Look! That man is glowing in burning red!"
"Wait, is that Mister Jaro? I don't know what he did but it's not as unusual as lifting a whole boulder into the middle of the Citadel."
"Yo! Rakole! Looky here! There is a glowing walking lamp! Wait, is that Sir Jaro!?"
