A young man putting on black pants along with a roughened up shirt and having his hands tucked in his pocket as he casually strolled to the gate of the town, not having the least beast of worry about the beasts which were silently moving away, made for a mysterious sight, but mysterious wasn't among the top 10 feelings the young man currently evoked in his observers at the moment.
Perhaps there would have been a strong touch of curiosity and mystery to the young man walking towards the gate if his description ended there, but the fact that his clothes were currently stained in blood made for a scary sight, with his blood covered white shirt, he looked like the ghost of some unfortunate human who had been brutally murdered and now walked the earth seeking vengeance.
Gudzil could hear the men around him nervously whispering different stories to explain the terror that was approaching them with some men already shouting out phrases of the town being hunted.
