As usual, entering a new city was the same experience. Guards monitoring every entrance from start to finish, their curious eyes behind armor, watching a large caravan like this. Even though he had experienced something similar before, Strax was now in a state... a bit awkward, after all, he couldn't even use his real name since it was clear he needed to keep up appearances...
Well... Fortunately, he was one of the lesser-known and little-spoken sons of Albert Vorah, so naturally, he would have to use a different name, like Dante Antares or something like that, just to stay discreet. But his fame was as small as his strength compared to the outside world, so changing his name wasn't necessary, but... the nervous feeling in his stomach still lingered...
