A twin-headed ogre wasn't exactly a rare sight in this part of the district—Adyr had seen one earlier, lumbering between the vendor tents, both heads chewing on different ends of a burnt meat skewer. The Lizardman's assumption didn't surprise him. What did catch his attention, however, was the name Gemnarch. A race born with two entirely separate bodies governed by a single mind. That was new.
"No, he's just like me. Not from some rare race," Adyr replied calmly, choosing not to spin a pointless lie. The truth was obvious—the race he referenced was far from common. But drawing attention to it was an unnecessary risk. The less the merchant speculated, the better.
The Lizardman gave a shrug and leaned back, his excitement vanishing. "I see…"
Adyr didn't let it drop. "Then why'd you assume he was a twin-headed ogre? Or… what did you call it? Gemnarch?"
