When Shelley saw Dean, her first words were, "Is that the Priest who likes to run away? He brought so many people, he's not here to freeload off us, is he? That's too much!"
Yes, Dean brought a lot of people, and they were all peasants, ragged peasants. Or rather, impoverished peasants. Even Dean himself dressed like a pauper.
His hair was messy, his face dirty, sporting a scruffy beard. His white robe had nearly turned gray, holding a crutch, barefoot. Instead of a Priest, he looked more like a beggar.
"Make way! Make way! Understand? These two tents are too close; how are others supposed to pass through? Whose stuff is this? Don't pile it here, okay? It's blocking the way!"
At the moment, he was loudly shouting, commanding a large crowd of peasants to set up camp on the outskirts of Salted Fish Port, preparing to stay there.
