Soon, they were all settled with their ice cream, and the Black Avatar silently watched the group interact, while the shop filled with customers from a dozen different Sects.
Most of them seemed to be trying to make friends with Karl, and he wanted to know why.
"Branch Leader Karl, a quick question for you. How long will that... watcher... be working the counter at the shop? My acolyte was too frightened to enter."
"He's scaring off customers? That's not right, he should be good with them. His job is literally customer service. Is it the form?"
"It is definitely the form."
"I can likely give him a mask or something for the tentacles?"
The Supreme Ranked visitor chuckled. "I don't think that it would help for anyone who has been to a world with Ancients before. Those things cause generational trauma when they get ideas about improving the world."
