"Haa, oh sire, you'll learn quickly there is little sense of public decency about town," Ankari says with a sighing laugh, before he thinks on the marks and the concept of zadza...

"You'll find somewhere on your body is a peculiar mark. Something like a brand you don't remember being burned with. That denotes you among a certain group within the culture here. In order to survive, you'll need to follow the local customs or that mark will harm you and those around you with great force of magic."

Of course it was only a matter of time before the elf would drop the word "magic" into this conversation.