Leon didn't have much of a clue on how to dress more "fierce" to deter others from targeting him.
After pondering for a moment, he decided to don a chainmail over his coat and hang a sword at his waist.
Believe it or not, this trick seemed quite effective. Leon noticed that the previously ill-intentioned glances from passersby had now significantly diminished.
Tassera had already mentioned staying here for a while, and with plenty of time, Leon wasn't in a hurry to buy Mithril or refined gold, or any other Magic Items. He planned to wander around first, thinking he'd check out the shops, but unexpectedly he spent most of his time observing people.
Races like Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, and Half-Elves were common and hardly worth mentioning, but encountering Centaurs and Aarakocra for the first time was truly novel for Leon.
"Sir, please, can you spare a little?"
"I haven't eaten for a day."
