The visitor was dressed as a merchant, adorned in a baggy robe with many pockets and glamorous accessories on his neck and wrists. His dark red skin, backward-curling horns on his head, goat-like hooves, and a long, thin tail revealed that he was a Tiflin, a mortal with Fiends as ancestors.
But Lancelot knew the stranger was far from simple as he appeared; his Spirit Perception alerted him that this seemingly mere cunning merchant was extremely dangerous, just as terrifying as the entity they had attracted when they burned the animated corpses on a mountain.
Luckily, this newcomer walked straight into the camp, oblivious to his presence. Lancelot mustered up some True Qi to his ears, daring to eavesdrop on the mysterious visitor's purpose for coming here.
