 How did the man's treatment change by most of the people after his thumbprints were taken?
Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages: "Where am I?" Each also had a shorter weapon, with a curved stock to fit the palm of the hand, borne snugly in a holster. Especially as I don't know who I am, or where I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment. In a few moments two other men came—one a heavily armed officer of rank, the other an elderly, bearded fellow in a voluminous robe that enfolded him in most dignified manner. Your mind dwells so much on material strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—" He broke off, and wheeled on the attendant who had led him in.
 He went from being treated with suspicion to being  revered.
 He went from being treated as a criminal to being treated as one of the usual inhabitants of Dondromogon.  He went from being treated with suspicion to being  revered.  He went from being treated as an invader to reluctantly worshipped as Yandro.  He went from being respected as a foreigner to being respected as a deity.