Ser turned, already recognizing the melodious voice he’d committed to memory, a spike of dread hitting his heart. He turned. He didn’t want to turn. He thought it was possibly the worst idea in the history of ideas at that exact moment, but he still turned. There the man stood, bundled up as usual, only his eyes showing. As usual the mere sight of him sent a shiver up Serinal’s spine, and he took an involuntary step back, the dread that had hit his heart spreading across his face.
For a moment he simply stared at the shorter man, eyes darting over his face, or rather the cloth covering his face. Then, without a word, he darted into the crowd at a breakneck pace, stumbling as he bowled over a potbellied man in red robes, but catching his footing and speeding away.
In the tall man’s wake, a single, oddly shaped tan hat fluttered to the ground, landing softly at the minstrel’s feet.
Before the man had even fully turned, Ferrick had started rambling again, “I just wanted to introduce myself, my name is-” but he stopped when he saw the look on the man’s face. Was that… Fear? How odd.He was about to inquire why the man looked so scared when the tall fellow took off running, barreling over a heavier man in his speedy escape.
Ferrick stood there, blinking for a moment. How very odd. He glanced behind him, but didn’t see anything of significant danger. Was that man running from… him? No, that couldn’t be it. Ferrick didn’t even know the man… But it seemed like the man knew Ferrick. Did he forget to cover his face this morning? He patted the side of his cheek. Nope, covered like usual. Perhaps the sight of his uncovered face would incite that sort of reaction, but he was wearing his scarves and facial cloth. Why did that man seem so afraid of him?
He pondered this for a moment, and then he noticed the hat that had fallen at his feet. “Hmm?” He bent over and picked it up, brushing off a bit of dust. Had that man dropped it? Ferrick glanced up at the crowd that the man managed to part in his mad dash. He could just walk off with it… But then again, he has no need for a hat. Besides, his curiosity was perked. Might as well try to return it, then perhaps he could find out why that man ran away from him like a Zubat outta hell…
He walked in the same direction the man had ran, making his way through the crowd.