Chapter Fourteen

"Here, take this." Akram held out a brown faded cloak towards Parisa before placing his bag over his shoulder. 

"What is this for?" she asked as she looked at the cloak with curiousity, lifting the fabric gently as if it were made of glass.

"It's for you," he told her. "Use that to cover yourself as not to attract unwarranted attention." he said, gesturing to the other's otherworldly looks. "The place where we are going is heavily supertitious when it comes to seeing something different." he explained.

She raised an eyebrow at that, and with a teasing smile responded. "Am I that different?"

He looked at her for a minute before shaking his head with a small chuckle. "Your looks...are not common," he told her. "Very few people have the same looks as you are, and when I say few, say about 0.01 percent of the entire world."

She nodded, slinging the cloak over her shoulder. "And you say that us different are considered evil, is it not