The man that had suddenly stopped and called out to Lyra stood their stock still and with an astonished look on his face.
Naturally, Marcus and Lyra were wearing similar expressions.
Neither of them had been expecting to come across someone down here that would recognize them. They were several kilometers beneath Mirrion's surface and practically in a different world.
With her illusion magic Lyra easily could have conjured a disguise, but doing so had seemed unnecessary. The chances that anyone that knew her would be in the Darklands was slim to none.
However, perhaps after hearing about the Lamia's society, she and Marcus should have considered the possibility.
Any humans down here were likely to be from either Tralenstein or Borealia, as they were the two nations on the surface closest to this town.
