After the bloodbath at the tavern, the rumor of the dark traveler spread like a poison. Inhabitants, particularly soldiers, were terrified at the idea of meeting him and facing his blade. Jäwell walked out of the town, he took his time. Enjoying every minute of his new life, he was someone again and he could sense it deep in his veins.
His blood was pumping, and the bread he chewed fell in his stomach. Every need he had to fulfill for his survival was only pleasure and lust. He craved this fragility for so long that now he had it he never felt so strong.
Jäwell walked along the main route, he hated to walk in the sand, there was always someone entering his shoes and tickling him, but Rosebudians sent patrols on this main path to stop him. His reputation had a strong effect and he became the enemy number one.
