>>5436546>>5436532>>5436503>>5436476>>5436466>>5436458>>5436569>Go along with the families. You'd prefer to maintain your mortal disguise.You suppose if you needed to, you could just jump off the dock into the waters, and try to escape notice that way. For the effort you've made to mingle among the mortal humans however, you'd rather not waste this chance. Especially not since this is the second settlement you've discovered since your escape, that actually was inhabited. And this one doesn't appear to be on the verge of collapse.
<span class="mu-s">"What's this, is she Namari? We haven't seen any of them in a long time..."</span>
<span class="mu-s">"With the other women... please miss."</span>
Expectedly you stand out among the others, even covered up as much as you are. Your features drawing immediate attention, one of the plague doctors and his helpers act to separate you from the families until the moment they get a good look at you. Aggravated by their work clearly, they act rough and impatient at first, but taking in your appearance disarms them. Still trying to do their jobs, but at your consent rather than dragging you off.
<span class="mu-s">"-ah, we're a family."</span> the husband speaks up, pulling you away from the workers to his side. <span class="mu-s">"She's my wife."</span>
<span class="mu-s">"...and what about?"</span> the doctor taps the actual wife with his long directing stick.
<span class="mu-s">"His sister, and this is my son."</span> she quickly answers, avoiding potential confusion.
Fortunately, between the hasty deception and your enchanting appearance, any trouble is avoided. The lot of you are accepted as a family, so all that's left is to be searched. Like everyone before you, there's upset and anger at the indignity as the doctors make a quick physical examination and cursory check beneath your clothes for signs of the plague. Like everyone before you though, the only choice is to go through this or get back on the ship.
<span class="mu-s">"-hey, this is... doctor?"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"What, is her spit black on the cloth? Oh, well if you don't take it..."</span>
No signs of plague, of course you are not at risk of such a thing, but your divine nature remedied whatever ills these people have after months cramped together on the ship. One of the assistants though notices your necklace while checking you over, and becomes uncertain of what to do. Anyone else, these men would have just torn the silver ankh from you, as indeed they take valuables from everyone else. But for you, there's hesitation to offend or upset as you look to them, swaying their hearts with a gaze.
