The Barbarian in front of him twitched at the words, sizing Shawn up carefully and asked cautiously, "Are you human, Sir?"
Shawn smiled faintly and replied, "I suppose I am. At least I appear to be."
This was a joke.
Quinn-Tor thought for a moment, then said gravely, "I don't want to do it anymore. Can I leave at any time?"
Shawn nodded, "Anytime you wish."
"But in the Bizarre Realm, there aren't many places you can go. If you don't want to wander the wilderness as a wildling, you have to get used to dealing with the unusual."
At this point, he hinted, speaking faintly, "There aren't many normal people outside."
Without a Teleportation Spell, he'd be dead tired just running on two legs, running to death across the Bizarre Realm, which only has a few cities, with the nearest Abyss City being several hundred kilometers away in a straight line, and Purgatory City even further on the other side of the continent.
