Daru's distressed heart soon calmed down after realizing that not a single Veshari paid him attention.
He was now able to walk around with more confidence in his disguise.
If everyone was ignoring him, then it meant that he was able to blend in perfectly.
Daru had a faint smile the whole time, sometimes even stopping by for a few seconds to watch a half-full party of low-rankers hunt down a swordspawn two levels higher than theirs, though he couldn't deny that he hated the thought of leveling like this.
It would simply be far too slow for him.
Once a hunt was over, he would then carry on with his brisk pace, proudly striding towards whatever Novice City was in this direction as though he belonged to the race and had been hunting in this continent from the moment his eyes lay upon the permanently gray skies of Veshara.
He soon believed his disguise was perfect, stopping by again to watch a low-ranker party finish off a swordspawn through teamwork.
