"Are you alright?" Ossa inquired worriedly.
"Ye...yes, I am. Let's go," she stammered, a bit embarrassed to be caught ogling at the elves.
She hastily walked past Ossa, joining Baldrik and the guard elf.
"What's wrong with her?" Ossa thought, as he watched her back, turning his gaze to where her gaze had been a few seconds ago.
He was a bit paranoid, still feeling the gaze of someone or something who he believed could tell who he really was.
His gaze met that of an elf, a grumpy-looking one, their green eyes staring back at Ossa.
Their eyes held a bit of surprise which quickly turned to annoyance.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" the elf snickered, turning his gaze from the hooded figure.
He would not have been able to notice Ossa if Ossa hadn't directly looked at him, the devil's cloak distorting his presence.
Ossa also turned his gaze away, rushing towards Baldrik.
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