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"May Artery guide me to the right choice," Mirastir thought and picked the fourth one. They were all supposed to be good, of course, but deep down, the gladiator wasn't particularly fond of gray hair, as it was a bitter reminder of his fruitless searches, which didn't bring the wandering warrior any closer to his goal. He was immensely grateful to the priestess who helped him enter the Temple, but in the end, he decided that it was wrong to base his opinion on subjective experience rather than on objective knowledge gleaned from books. Oh, that's probably how Demigod would reason if he were here. In short, confusing himself with these attempts to emulate his teacher and reasoning that all priestesses must be good anyway, he chose the fourth one, who dresses appropriately.
Cop, some people probably dye their hair to avoid being recognized. You'll have to invite every person you meet to the bathhouse.
There's a whole cafe full of white-haired people here. There's no point in disguising yourself in Airisufir. And true Sylvans even have horns