The skull fit neatly in Jordan's large hand. The demon it had once belonged to had perished in the fire that consumed the house he was standing in, leaving it a husk. Many houses had shared its fate and some held the remains of man, some of demon, some of both. It was such a waste this loss of life, such potential in the young ones all gone and the flesh of the old either burnt to oblivion or devoured by the demons. It was enough to awaken the rage inside his heart, gripping it tightly with its fiery claws. The hulking mans body showed no sign of his roiling emotions save for the clenching of his fist, the demons skull shattering under the pressure.

The demons had mostly congregated towards the tower for reasons beyond Jordan however he did suspect it had something to do with the crystal atop it, in truth he didn't much care. What did peak his interest was the fact that they were all in one place, meaning extermination would be tricky. He had already killed at least half a dozen demons between his stalking and simple traps, but at this rate it would take him a month to clear just the small ones. The big one was far more tricky, it would notice the shrinking population and make measures on finding the source. Jordan did not fear death but only fools rush towards it, these things needed planning if going on ones own.

At least, they did. Others were beginning to turn up, hunters more specifically. They were a diverse bunch meaning they were not united in anything but their interest in this gutted town. This would need to be put into consideration.

Nearly a week in the town, Jordan had become highly familiar with the town and could move unnoticed to all but the best tracker. With neither sound or sight he traveled from husk to house to husk again, staying far enough to keep his cover but close enough to watch the newcomers. A woman upon a horse rode in, a peculiar sight for him as animals were food first and transportation never. There was an air about her, much like everyone, that told Jordan enough to know that she was no enemy at the moment. Pain, sadness, determination, and a hundred other spices came together in her own unique "smell" that could be tracked for miles, it was much like a meditative incense with an undertone of fire. A stark contrast to the sickly sweet smell of rot emanating from the man on the roof. 

They both would need to be watched.