He was much taller and his muscles bulged like a bodybuilder. His beard was also overgrown but he didn't seem to care as he walked straight with a dark scowl on his face like he could perpetually smell something bad that clung to him.
No one greeted them and never had he been grateful for having picked the perfect specimen to transform into as he walked past the gates adjusting his belt like a man who had just satisfied his urge of going to the toilet and all was right with the world.
Vazer walked at a steady pace even though he would have liked nothing more than to rush ahead and look for his sister.
Still, he couldn't be hasty as he allowed himself to look like he belonged. But that was until he heard someone bark at him a name that could only have been his.
"Luke! Are you deaf? I've been calling you!"
"Why are you here and not at the gate?" the tall man barked, Vazer noting the badge on the guard's shoulder that showed that he was high-ranking but Vazer didn't care.
