After leaving the Citadel, a few people approached Arlon and his copy.
Arlon, holding the egg, instinctively prepared for a potential fight.
If they weren't in Kelta, he might have mistaken them for thugs.
The group, mostly Beastmen, bypassed Arlon and headed straight for the copy.
"Are you the Legendary Guide, Arlon?" one of them asked, a wolf Beastman with a long beard and a solid build.
"I'm not legendary or anything like that," the copy replied. "But I am Arlon."
"Hahaha! I win!" the wolf Beastman laughed, prompting some of his companions to join in. A few others groaned and handed over coins.
The copy remained still, confused by the scene.
Still laughing, the wolf Beastman draped an arm around the copy's shoulder. "Relax! I'm not stealing from them. We had a bet. They thought you were the one calling yourself legendary, but I figured the saviors gave you that title, thinking you were a big deal."
