[Another long chapter.]
A loud storm of wind rushed past Dorian's ears, whipping up high into the air as he leaned over the edge of a very tall cliff.
He maintained his Shade form, but wore a pair of gloves, obfuscating that fact. The only real way to tell a Shade apart from a fair skinned human were the Dark Points on their hands that gave off particles of shadow that dissipated into the air. With his hands covered, the particles were trapped and vanished out of sight, and it was impossible to tell exactly if he was human or Shade.
Very few Shades would willingly come to Taprisha and publicly maintaining that form would draw needless attention. However, he intended to make use of his 'Lord Inigo' identity a bit, and didn't want any type of report to move up the chain, giving away to the public that he could shift forms and was an Anomaly. Disguising himself was the best compromise he could come up with.
"Well, well, well." He muttered, squinting.
Feed me with Power Stones...