Molly grimaces, a little, at the reminder that for the moment, the only tieflings around are the two of them. "Just me," he says. "And I've been here for months. Don't be too surprised if the locals ask you some very offensive questions—most of them are just ignorant and take criticism surprisingly well." There's a beat, before he adds, "Except a couple in every city and a lot more than a couple in Maurtia Falls, but then they're usually the ones who don't like imPorts in general."

Things were so much easier when he could just pack up and get out of town, honestly.

A fan approaches with her notebook out, and Molly flashes her a bright, dazzling grin before he immediately pulls on Anton's arm so they can swerve into an alleyway. "D'you need a drink first or some food?" he asks. "This whole thing can be a bit overwhelming, I know, and I always handle the overwhelming shit better with something in me."