Hill had no idea about An Ran's concerns. As far as he was concerned, he had not even brought Farna out with him. Instead, six burly men followed behind him, while two Weapon Masters in the An Family's standard brocade armor walked ahead.
There was no way such a procession could run into trouble again. Judging from An Yanfei's behavior, the An Family's influence was still considerable here in Haidong.
When he had been on the continent of Faerûn, the ordinary people he encountered had mostly been residents of Silver Moon City, people long accustomed to beauties of every kind. Even if Hill stood out a little more, he had never been enough to make people lose their minds.
Moreover, the spoiled young nobles of Faerûn were of a lower caliber. Even in the more powerful nations, no prince had the nerve to treat a Legendary as a subordinate.
The overly complicated political environment of Faerûn meant that powerhouses above the Legendary rank actually stood above political authority.
Dragonborn was different. These aristocratic clans that had endured for at least a thousand years gave their children the confidence to look down on Legendarys, even if they themselves were merely low-level professionals.
Hill strolled slowly down the long street. Many people around them pointed and whispered. Benevolent Harmony City also had quite a few people whose hair colors differed from those native to Dragonborn, but they all wore local clothing.
Hill's robe, along with the fish-scale light armor worn by several Knights, stood out completely from everyone else.
Hill did not care about such pointing and whispering at all. Someone who had walked through the onlookers of the Undead would hardly fear a few stares.
"Archmage Bolanio, the Treasure Pavilion of our An Family is up ahead. Chief Steward An Ran