This town seemed odd. It wasn't the bad looks he got from people that made it seem strange, as the country he'd fought under hadn't had the greatest reputation. It was the stark difference of interest that the villagers took in him compared to his party members that was strange. People who didn't like a certain kind of people, for example, soldiers like Tony, tended to view the people travelling with them similarly. Even if he was alone there should've been some kind of reaction from them. It was rather unnatural.

It seemed that his suspicions weren't unfounded either, Feon had wondered aloud what was wrong with the place. Still, no one had attacked yet, and as far as Tony was concerned, that would do.
[b]"Strange or not, I still need to stock up on supplies."[/b] Tony said in reply to Feon's comment.
He ignored her comments to herself, that was just part of the routine nowadays. Tony prepared to set off to a shop, shifting his pack's straps and adjusting the axe at his hip. He didn't want to put his stuff down; he didn't like the feel of this town.
[b]"Do whatever it is you need to do, I need to buy some spices."[/b] He said to the group.
Tony proceeded to set off down the street, looking for a market.