More than a hundred villagers had gathered at the gates, staring at the Eldritch caravan with a mixture of fearful and curious faces as most of them were seeing 'demons' in the flesh for the very first time. Others, however, spotted a familiar figure at the head of the caravan, one they had last seen just weeks ago when Sir Carwyn faced him in single combat.
"There it is! That's tha' one Sir Carwyn fought fer us," one man exclaimed, pointing a shaking, trembling finger at Barsali. "It's tha Demon Knight!"
"Holy Lord of Light," a woman nearby whispered as she fell to her knees at the sight of the imposing, serpentine figure. "Forgive me for doubting that such horrors were real. You have long protected us from evil, please do not forsake us now…"
"Papa, papa, look! It's a bear wearin' clothes like people," a small, childish voice cried as a young boy, little more than six years old, jumped up and down excitedly as if he was seeing jesters in costume at a summer festival.
