They probably even thought that it was just a joke, bummer.
High up in the air, Masami could see his own breath. 'Guess it's chilly even if it's still spring.' he clasped both of his hands and breathed unto it to keep himself warm. He only had his upper body cloaked in warm garments, enjoying the cool temperature that winds upon his legs. Other than tagging along with Tomoe and the lich, then seeping through the mountains, Masami had no other reasons to be in Myras. It was still early in the morning when he looked back at the flag only to see it—
"Ah, it fell!" Masami exclaimed, abruptly standing up and losing balance. The blond found his own forehead touching the cold floor, in which made him pull himself up to check the sight of the same flag. It seems to stay on the same spot, however, but tilted and will definitely fall in a few minutes. 'Should I fix it...?' the little conqueror asked, pouting a little in indecisiveness. Come to think of it, everybody knew how almighty and powerful the mountain was... literally, with all those smugglers. 'If I go there again, Tomoe might get angry.' he added to his own defense as he slowly crosses his legs upon sitting on the same floor. Would he come back and find out that Masami's gone missing to the mountains? Again, the visual of having Masami kneel upon beans while balancing books on top of both palms have come back to him. Oh well, he couldn't help it. Time to go fix that flag.