[San was a completely different supernatural being before he arrived on the peninsula. He wasn't pleased to adjust to his mortal body's demands and weaknesses, even with the additions of becoming a shade.]

The townsfolk would agree about the monster problem. [He stuffs his hands in to his pants pocks and it was clear that he was annoyed with the subject of his next sentence.] You can thank the multiple gods that they worship for causing this.

[With his focus preoccupied on the various methods of how he'd get back at the deities, he's unaware of the wisps that start to pour out from his skin. His human appearance was starting to fade in to a dark, featureless humanoid.]

I'm a foreigner, just like you.