Chapter 159 - EVO
***Tirnanog, Thich Fortress City***
***Magnus***
“Ah! Finally found you!” Gunner pointed at me as he entered the communal dining hall. The hall was located on the lead saherna's back and, if my Caravaner friends are to be believed, supposedly a Caravaner family's social centre.
“Did you find something, Gunner?” I asked and took another sip from the swill the Caravaners had dared to declare one of their traditional beverages. A great sin as far as I was concerned. The stuff tasted like rum mixed with a copious amount of vinegar.
If the woman in charge of our food supplies hadn't threatened me not to waste the 'precious' beverage and was watching me even now while cleaning glasses, I would have tipped away the atrocious stuff already— maybe into one of the decorating plant pots outside, which would have surely resulted in the plant's early demise.
“How...?” Gunner halted at my table and looked down at himself as if his attire had to be blamed for something.
He wore the guise of one of the local message runners, parading as a gaunt guy with rather androgynous features. He hadn't worn this particular appearance so far, so maybe that was the reason for his surprise.
“I can see all your little implants with my second sight,” I pointed out, gesturing my drink at him and 'totally not' accidentally spilling some of the heinous liquid.
“I know you can, but I was assured many people have mutations which could be responsible for looking different in Second Sight,” Gunner protested. “If it is that easy to recognize me, then I have to make a much bigger circle around anyone with that particular mutation!”