Saran and Skufinson approach the gate. They are immediately stopped by the guards.
– Halt! Oh, it's you, Sir Saran. Is this northerner with you?
– Yes, he's with me. I assure you, he's fine!
– Then you may pass... – the guard was about to successfully conclude this travel story for Harold, when suddenly...
Out of nowhere, the High Priestess of the Great Cathedral of Ceraria appears nearby.
– Sir Saran and... your friend. You must put your hand in this box. It's nothing dangerous, just a preventative measure against disease.
Saran tensed up, but nodded in agreement.
– Actually, we don't have a choice here, so...
Then he puts his hand in the box. Nothing happens.
– Seems like there are no changes. Now it's your turn.
The guard, Saran, and the priestess watch Skufinson expectantly.
Having said this, he repeats the action of his new acquaintance without a doubt.