No one outside Liguritudum had known yet that a second outworlder monarch had emerged.
While Master was focusing on studying the monarch system, Jack set foot for the first time in Verremor Nation. Of course, he did it under his third disguise, Iamanorc. Otherwise, he would be thrown out already if he appeared in Verremor's portal zone as a human. Or worse, thrown into jail since he was also the sovereign of this country's nemesis.
He stood there looking around. The buildings in this city looked to be made of giant-sized bones and wood, with their walls covered by leather. The leather looked as hard as steel, though. The roofs were traditional thatched roofs.
The orc soldiers guarding the zone portal paid him no mind. Nowadays, outworlders passed through this portal regularly.
Not long after, an orc player approached. "Iamanorc?" That orc greeted. "I'm Whisky, from Everlasting Heavenly Legends. Welcome to Larabar."