“Last folktale I met almost torn off my hand.” Roan said before crossing his arms and leaning on the closest wall, to avoid barring the path of those walking on the street.”The problem is finding the truth about the beast.” It was true some of the monsters he hunted never had existed or had already been slain by someone else. But for some reason he was certain this creature was alive and breathing, just waiting to be hunted and killed by someone, preferentially himself.

Having finished speaking, Roan kept looking toward the stranger. Occasionally moving his head in the direction of those passing by, curious as to the reason most people were moving towards the same area. Paying attention on two things, he probably ended interrupting the woman when he muttered the word he just heard spoken by someone in the crowd that struck him as odd.“Swallowtail? Is there something happening?”