To be fair, these cultists were actually quite cautious.
They had not believed the words of this unfamiliar "comrade" merely because Duncan had produced a Sun Amulet, nor had they readily trusted his account of what had happened at the sewer ritual site. All along the way, they had observed Duncan's words and behavior, and even after arriving at the gathering place, they conducted an additional verification to confirm his identity. For a group of cultists constantly hiding and fleeing, they had done their best.
But all their screening measures had been designed to deal with Duncan as a "normal human."
Such methods were meaningless before the captain of the Lost Homeland.
The tall, thin minor leader took the unremarkable strip of cloth back from Duncan's hand. He seemed completely unaware of the changes that had occurred in the extraordinary item's power. After welcoming his new comrade, he raised a hand and pointed toward a corner of the gathering place. "Comrade, rest here for now. You're not the only unfamiliar face here."
Duncan nodded and walked toward the inconspicuous corner, all the while studying every face that had appeared in the gathering place.
Unlike what he had seen at the sewer ritual site, he was surprised to find that these Sun worshippers were not wearing the distinctive black robes. They were dressed like ordinary citizens, and instead of hoods that concealed their faces, they openly showed them.
Curiously, he asked a believer beside him, "When gathering here, does no one need to hide their face?"
The believer he had questioned looked astonished. "...When you local believers in Pland City-State gathered before, you all had to hide your faces?"
Duncan immediately frowned slightly. "You aren't from Pland..."
"We're from Lunsa," another believer beside him said frankly. Now that they had confirmed