"Fresh ling fruit from New Moon Forest, still covered in dew—delicious and cheap. Want some more?"
The vendor at the stall enthusiastically pitched the fresh fruit that had only recently been put on display to the young-looking Winged Person before him, so young that one might suspect he was a Winged People hatchling who had sneaked out.
Now this was a rare sucker. A "Master."
Though he looked young, the Winged Person's boots were made from the hide of some unknown beast. His three-fingered hands wore strange strapped gloves, while the black wings behind his head and on his back gave off a faint sheen. Combined with that "refined" face, he looked every bit like a wealthy tourist from afar.
Unfortunately, the young Winged Person merely smiled and shook his head before heading toward the next corner.
"Fresh Dragon Fish! Just look at these teeth—they're delicious!"
Another vendor stopped him. He scratched his head, seeming somewhat troubled.
"...Chris, is there really nothing wrong with my disguise?"
"Of course not."
"Then why have I been stopped nine times already? I've only walked down three streets!"
"...For someone living in a muddy medieval town, your shoes and clothes are too clean. Clean like..."
"An outsider?"
"No, a rich fool. A sucker who just stepped down from a Griffin carriage."
After once again turning down the enthusiastic vendor in the local tongue, spoken with a strange accent, Lu PingAn noticed far too many eyes turning toward him, the outsider. With a helpless sigh, he gave up on gathering intelligence and chose to return early to his temporary lodgings.
The moment he returned to the room he had rented, he removed the silver ring from his right index finger. Amid a wave of distortion, he grew at least twenty centimeters taller. With their wings