Kazar had slept very poorly, he had been hunting well past midnight and had returned to the camp with his nightly catch some hours before sunrise. The tall man had began his usual routine of more or less wandering around the town - for a change he didn't carry his weapons with him. He had a feeling that people didn't like him very much - well, that was to be expected, he was an outcast and a wanderer, but still. The tribesmen hadn't been hostile towards him for what felt like an eternity - true, the first time he had shown up there had been some... minor distrust and hostility - the former was still occasionally present, but indeed - no hostility. The tall man smiled ever so faintly as he walked.