Generally speaking the little isolated village was fairly peaceful. Outsiders didn't often come to it really, and why would they? It was just a fishing town with some native people living there, not much to do or see. Occasional strange disasters happened apparently, like a couple villages burning down with no survivors, but that was mostly attributed to angry spirits. Such things did not visit this particular village.
Although there were some mutterings when a brightly-robed man with one arm wandered out of the woods without a care in the world. He almost seemed lost to the villagers, although his expression was quite at odds with that idea, a casual curiosity as he looked around at everything. Some even suggested he might be some kind of nature spirit come to steal away their children or something.
Fortunately when spoken to he was quite friendly and very informal which, apparently, wasn't how nature spirits were meant to be in the stories. He managed to soothe any fears about why he was there- probably helped he was easy on the eyes- and was left to wander about a bit while some more curious individuals watched from a distance. This was when his presence might well be noticed.
A spring breeze wafted over toward the docks, carrying the distant and fleeting scents of wildflowers and the sounds of calling bird, the warmth of the sun. It settled by the river, cloth shifting in the very real wind that drifted over the grass toward the man and boots scuffing against the dirt.
Hannibal looked out over the area. Why was he here? Well, he didn't really know. Sometimes he just went places.
But it was nice here. Sometimes someone just had to get away from things for a little while.
Although there were some mutterings when a brightly-robed man with one arm wandered out of the woods without a care in the world. He almost seemed lost to the villagers, although his expression was quite at odds with that idea, a casual curiosity as he looked around at everything. Some even suggested he might be some kind of nature spirit come to steal away their children or something.
Fortunately when spoken to he was quite friendly and very informal which, apparently, wasn't how nature spirits were meant to be in the stories. He managed to soothe any fears about why he was there- probably helped he was easy on the eyes- and was left to wander about a bit while some more curious individuals watched from a distance. This was when his presence might well be noticed.
A spring breeze wafted over toward the docks, carrying the distant and fleeting scents of wildflowers and the sounds of calling bird, the warmth of the sun. It settled by the river, cloth shifting in the very real wind that drifted over the grass toward the man and boots scuffing against the dirt.
Hannibal looked out over the area. Why was he here? Well, he didn't really know. Sometimes he just went places.
But it was nice here. Sometimes someone just had to get away from things for a little while.
@Sreeya