Sylvester was confused by the people's behaviour, but he decided not to take any drastic measures from the get-go.
"Archpriest Augustus, you said your team was murdered. Who killed them? These people?" He questioned.
"It was the Bloodling, Lord Bard. We couldn't even enter this village and were attacked by a giant blob of vines that caught them one by one and strangled or ripped their limbs apart."
Sylvester looked at the crowd of people and decided to speak with them. So, he walked over to one wrinkled old man who appeared to be wearing different clothes than the rest. He had wrapped a sheet of cloth below and had one draped over his left shoulder, falling down to the right side of the waist. Other than that, he also had a few chains around his neck made of gold and some strange stones.
"Can you understand what I am saying?" Sylvester asked him. "Nod your head if you can."
Soon, the man nodded but dared not look Sylvester in the eyes.
