Shun had been picking up somethings in Hucabis, like hut supplies to help him fix up his own place. He was walking through the village heading toward his place. He was pretty much out of the village and was ready to head to his own home. His home was basically just the landscape outside the village. He wanted to make a permanent place for him self to live sooner than later.
Shun was a quite and humble guy who he thought no one had a real problem with him. He was one that usual only talked when he wanted to know something. Sometimes he liked to give advise, but other wise he kept to himself thinking. He'd be that stranger who would try to help out another and end up getting killed for it.
"Thank you," Shun yelled out at the village talking to the residents who help him out. He said it when he was basically five yards away from the closest hut to him. He was waving his left arm facing the village, holding a large roll of cloth and over things within the roll.