Tristan watched the crowd walk past him, it was bit strange for him to be a witness of something that usually happens to himself, but then again they wouldn't have stopped so easily as they had done with that holy man. He had been holding up his hand to the passing crowd as they walked past and all they had give him when they were all gone to their houses were 3 rotten apples.

Sighing Tristan stood up, adjusting his hood with one hand to make sure it was still covering his face he started to walk. Eating around the rotten parts of a apple he looked around, he was new to the town and had yet to find a place of shelter where he could sleep for the coming night. His eye fell on the gallow's platform and walked towards it, looking under it he saw there was enough room for him to lay down.

Pleased he straigtened himself up again and was looking directly at the old priest. Instinctively one of his hands went to his left cheek to see if the hood was still hiding that part of his face. Dropping the hand at once when he felt the hood was still in place, he made a small bow towards the priest and turned around intending to walk away.

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