[ Saix makes a point of avoiding the more populated areas as he makes a circuit around the village - once or twice he becomes aware of someone else on the path and chooses a different direction, skirting company and questions. His goal seems mutable, apparently walking simply for the sake of it.
A man without a purpose.
After a time, he can't help but recognize a little touch of darkness on the edge of his senses - someone's heart? But who here in this happy little town with its heroes would have darkness in their heart?
Saix will do the reasonable and polite thing: simply stop and look over his shoulder, searching. ]
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A man without a purpose.
After a time, he can't help but recognize a little touch of darkness on the edge of his senses - someone's heart? But who here in this happy little town with its heroes would have darkness in their heart?
Saix will do the reasonable and polite thing: simply stop and look over his shoulder, searching. ]