Wildness and Masks

After a brief exchange, Ogre and Macal fell into silence again, with no intention of further conversation.

"Shall we change horses?" Ogre rubbed his temples while on the centaur.

He hadn't rested much these past few days, and his body and mind were indeed weary.

"This must have been Macal's original plan," he thought. After all, it was impossible for the two of them to walk the entire way.

However, encountering Kakafil and acquiring the centaur was indeed unexpected.

"I think we should change clothes when the time comes," Ogre whispered in Macal's ear.

The dress with tights was too conspicuous and inconvenient for their upcoming actions.

"Hmm?" Macal was taken aback. He hadn't expected Ogre to be thinking about changing clothes in such an urgent situation.

Should he assert himself and refuse?

"I need a disguise, to change into men's clothing. The current look is too eye-catching," Ogre paused and then added, "After all, Carl, you don't want to attract more trouble on the road, do you?"

It's best to voice such opinions early.

"Uh, uh, alright."

Thinking of Ogre's alluring appearance, Macal thought changing into men's clothing might indeed be a good choice. "We're almost there. I'll contact the town's church."

Macal agreed to the idea.

"Okay."

With Macal's response, Ogre refocused on their surroundings.

They were taking a different route to the borderlands city this time.

If everything went smoothly, they could arrive before dark.