Gerald walked up the main road, almost completely unmarked, except by a few of the richer people who began muttering under their breath about how 'out of date' his clothing was. He didn't care. He could probably mooch some clothing off of Lydia and her family anyways. Something seemed off about all of that, but he would have to get to the bottom of it soon enough. He went to the servants entrance near the side of the road and a guard just waved him through after sensing his power. 'I should stop using my power more often.' He thought with a dry chuckle. He shook the thought away with a smile still on his face. 'You're a magi, and you should be proud of that fact. If the gods wanted you to have no magical connection, you wouldn't have been born into it.' 'And I'd be long since dead.'