In Straton,
'By any chance, does this mask bring bad luck?' Hisha questioned, avoiding eye contact with those who went by their businesses.
Keeping a low profile was paramount to his need to stay out of trouble and secretly investigate what had happened to him while he went hunting.
[Your natural charisma and charm are gone once you take up the form of someone familiar]
Hisha pulled over his hood and had a black mouth mask over his as he walked through the bustling land; it was the central part of Kurg where all beastmen and humans interacted.
'In other words, I am as good as a clutz when my disguise is triggered on.'
[05:26:34]
Grrrr!
Hisha grimaced and held his growling stomach.
Dipping his hand into his pocket, he pulled out three gold coins.
Inhaling the aroma that permeated his nostrils, his eyes searched for the originator.
