Tirarian watched Rhone make his way down the street with Rosa and her, despite the odd glances. You could understand them, the group must have made an odd sight. A scantily clad girl of 16, 17? A mostly naked foreigner and a Gnome.
He moved with an odd sway, and surprisingly easily despite the lack of shoes. And the mark on his chest? What could it mean. She tapped him on the lower arm for his attention, and said, "I'm guessing you have quite a story, you'll have to tell me how you got here some time."