After the group split up, Argurios went towards, where he thought would be, a market place. After a few minutes Argurios managed to get through the crowd. Once out of the mass of people, he noticed that most shops and stalls have been closed. Even the one shop which seemed to be in a size of his farm had the sign “closed” on it. ‘What is going on here? All the shops are closed in the middle of a day. This is preposterous.’ Argurios whispered to himself. “Depends. If you’re a stranger to this town then your view is understandable. But if you would stay in this town, for… Let’s say two weeks. You would see thing differently.” 
Argurios didn’t expect an answer to his question; neither did he notice anyone else around him. Startled he turned towards where the voice came. At first he saw nothing. Only a dark, damp street filled with trash and some used up material. Then he noticed a pile of trash that had a shape of a cone. On it laid an old leather hat. “Good eye, I must say” Said the trash and out of it came an old grey man. His size was far too big to fit into the small trash. Amazed Argurios looked at the man then at the trash, but the trash was gone. “It’s just a simple trick my boy. No need to fry your brains over it. Anyhow, my name is Willang and you are?” For a moment Argurios just stood there, blinking. He never saw someone do that before. And for his entire life, he believed that only a smaller item could be put inside a bigger one, and not the other way around. Grey man nudged Argurios, bringing him back to reality. “Oh right, um…. My name is Argurios. Pleased to meet you. “ Argurios finally managed to introduce himself. He shaked the man’s hand and bowed a little. 
“If you know so much about this town, would you be kind enough to show me, just where I can buy supplies?” Though Argurios didn’t know the grey man, he sensed him to be a good natured man. He also hoped that, since he has no idea how thing go in this town, the old man would be willing to show him around. “Yes I will. But be prepared to run or fight. This town is not what it seems. Come, I can see you are a curios man. I will answer your question as we walk. And I would advise you to keep those beast stalkers senses at their peak.” The grey man said and began walking towards the only shop that would be open at the time. Argurios followed him and, as suggested, kept his senses on their peak. “Sir what did you mean by Beast stalker?” Asked Argurios. He never heard of such a phrase before neither did he know its meaning. “I’m amazed you don’t know about it, but I will explain that later. First I must tell you about this town. You see….” The grey man began explaining the history and the strange events taking place in the city. Argurios listened intensely at first, but after some time he listened partly. Most of his energy went to reading his surroundings.

As he walked among the crowd signalling them to go back to their everyday duties, he felt pride and power swell in him. Before everyone laugh at him now he was a man of statue. “Raglor, what are you doing, come back to the farm.” Dreknor turned and found an old man speaking to him. Though the man seemed familiar to him he couldn’t remember from where he would know him. Not knowing the man troubled him. And so Dreknor fast walked in the opposite direction of the speaking man. After turning behind a corner, he saw a group of children hurry away from the hangings. One seemed familiar, but the other two didn’t. “We must make sure that the outsiders do not interfere with our plans. And so try to prevent any kind of socializing between the outsiders and the towns’ folk.” These words hit Dreknor as he thought about it. For him this was clearly a violation to the rules. Draknor looked around to aks another enforcer for help, but he was alone. And so, alone he rushed after the kids. The joy of capturing the offenders, already blooming in his heart.