[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/FBrdjSk/image.png[/img][h3]Malphas
Seaside Village[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][/center]
Looking over to the hunters as they checked up on him, Malphas scratched his his head as he made a bit of an awkward smile, laughing off what had just occurred. 

"[color=lightblue]I'm just figuring out what to eat in this massive buffet! There's so many choices here.[/color]" Malphas chuckled, before beginning to partake, sliding the black stone away from view.

In truth, Malphas was quite shaken up by the turn of events. He surely was not a fan of something playing with his mind like that. He could still feel those claws digging into his wrist. Still, what an ominous message that was! Perhaps it is his new calling? Or perhaps it would lead to his damnation? Whatever it was, that hag knew of his [i]ability[/i], and Malphas needed answers.

For the night, however, Malphas would enjoy his share of soup, ensuring not to take too much of it. He is well aware that his greed was the cause of his downfall. Perhaps Malphas would even take the opportunity to... make arrangements with a beautiful huntress or a handsome enough huntsman for the night. It'd be nice to sleep in the warmth, and one of his teachings were to be fruitful and multiply. Plus, he'd wonder how this body fared.

Wherever Malphas found a bed to sleep in at night, he'd make sure to wake himself up a bit earlier than most, about as early as when the shops would open. The man had a long day ahead of him, and he needed to get the right equipment to do so! With his three silver pieces, Malphas would buy himself a nice fur or threaded cloak for traveling, as well as a quiver of arrows... whatever he could get with his spare change. As he did so, he would also looked around the village for that very same mark bestowed upon him. If there was nothing around, it's likely high time he'd set off on his own.

Traveling the wilderness can't be that hard, anyway...