Prepare to leave.

You spend a short time meandering down the snaking pathways of Avana. After everything, you're far from anonymous. People greet you as you pass by, though plenty of folk are too nervous to speak up. You, Nyllia, and Xiaoqing move with a regal swagger that draws in the eyes of those you near, though there's a lot of uncertainty about you still. It isn't that they think you're evil, but you are a mysterious man who openly claimed to be from another world, and somehow you're best friends with actual gods. It's been a lot for them to take in so far. Cat is there as well, though she looms in your shadow.

One man is courageous enough to approach your party. Fumbling over his words, he speaks up, albeit barely. "Y-You're... S-So you're like, the real deal, huh? Sorry, I mean you're a traveller f-from another world, with a harem of hotties, demons and gods, who also saved us from a D-Demon King? It's like s-something from a novel."

"Sounds more like a novel from the world I'm from than those I've seen here," you reply.

"Exactly! I've always been obsessed with Isekai Theory. C-Can you tell me what this other world is like?"

"Uh. It has fast food, cars, and video games."

"Wow!" he shouts, absolutely mesmerized by your words despite probably not understanding any of them.

While he's trying to recover from his own excitement, another older man nudges into the conversation. "What other gods have you spoken with?" he asks.

"Kinda depends on how you define a god, I guess. Even Lepo and Feli are just... I guess, mysterious ancient animal spirits who were magical enough to spawn their own races. If that's what makes somebody a god, I haven't met any sort of progenitor of elves, dwarves, or anything like that. But I've definitely met some powerful individuals. Beings of pure fire, ice, or storms."

"Sign my chest!" screams a man who shoves the other two side. He pulls up his shirt and looks to you with shining eyes. "Please!"

But a woman comes in right beside him. "Excuse me. I think he'd rather sign... these!" she says as she pulls up her shirt, allowing all those around her to appreciate her modest size.

Though then a tall, broad gentleman tugs up his own shift and says, "Me next," with little volume to match his size. He's the only one who is holding any sort of a pen--a quill, with a small flask of oil. It seems he came prepared.

She looks over to him and frowns. "His... His chest is bigger than mine."

He looks back down to her and ponders. "You're right."

Cat rolls her eyes.

Between them, however, you catch a flash of red in the distance. Among a building crowd of people, you see a leather-clad woman with crimson hair, and she's gesturing for you to follow. Rose. You look between the audience, take a deep breath, and swipe the pen from the taller man. With impressive speed, you design your name on all three of them, return the writing instrument, bow your head, and disappear past them like a plume of smoke.

Your companions follow suit.

Nyllia looks to Xiaoqing and says, "It is actually quite nice not being the center of attention all of the time. For once, I travel with one more famous than myself."

"I think I'm still fine being the one nobody knows," the other admits with a chuckle. "I'd rather not sign anyone's chest."