"...I'm a tourist."
Rhys knew there was no saving this situation, and so he just blurted out the first thing that popped out of his mind — but of course, that made everyone just highly suspicious of him as they all squinted their eyes at him… or perhaps they weren't, it was hard quite hard to tell.
"Rhys Wilder…? He really was a Lowborn!? I thought that was another one of the Amerkan's propaganda."
"Let me see, let me see him!"
And as soon as he was recognized, all the guild members got out of their vehicles and started approaching Rhys, looking at him from head to toe as if he were some sort of rare animal in the zoo… which he probably is.
"What the—why is he so good-looking? He looks like that one actor who did the perfume commercial."
"That was him, you stupid."
"Are all Amerkans this handsome?"
"Rhys… Rhys Wilder, sir. Can I get your autograph!?"
"Enough!"
