~AWAY FROM SARAINE VILLAGE~
A man was arranging things, absurd things which looked like they were used in some kind of magic practice, in a shabby hut two miles away from the border of SARAINE VILLAGE, maniacally, murmuring something, which was audible only to himself. His torn clothes and rogue appearance was sufficient to let anyone know that he was definitely up to something pretty dangerous.
He was none other than the man from a previous night, who had been following the group of Four people, and took the sand of SARAINE VILLAGE which had their footprints over it. He had been looking here and there again, as if someone was watching him.
