Mark knew that the spirit made a good point, he was in nothing but a makeshift loincloth around his buttocks and the large belt he wore. Not to mention the dirt that clung to his skin, and the hair that appeared to be unkempt.
He was far from presentable, but he was hoping for the town's hospitality, that they held little prejudices.
They got to the little plain of grass and were just meters away from the town. Mark squinted his eyes and then noticed that there happened to be flying beast looking creatures in uniforms above the town, their eyes were on him and they looked to be clearly waiting on something. Was it him?
Mark frowned, he sensed that something was off, yet he proceeded.
Suddenly, he felt a violent ripple go across him, and he was sent flying back. It was like something had strongly repelled him.
"Mark!" Flit cried out.
