Loimos's lone wander through the nearby woods, caves and cliffs wasn't very fruitful, despite him questioning a number of people, both with words and with actions, no matter who it was, random bandits, someone living out in the wild or caravans going through the area, they all seemed to have no real ideas of who the undead king was and where he was sealed at.
He had earned a few more cracks on his mask, and skull, acquired some new articles of clothes after getting repeatedly slashed and hacked, even having to reattach his right leg at some point after clearing the guts of someone with it.
He had not been violent with the travellers, he was aware of who he could just carve into pieces without risking getting hunted down, he had shown courtesy to the people going through the area, although they had all seemed wary of him, since he definitely didn't look amicable.
