“The overman is here! The overman is skulking about our streets again!”
The crowd, which had been quiet, began to mutter as the townspeople turned toward this new attraction.
“Silence, man, or you die.” Garth hissed his words through his teeth as his hand fell to his sword hilt.
“What do you want here, monster?” It was someone new who spoke. Already a dozen men had ringed Garth in.
“Why do you pollute our village?”
“Are you a creature of the Baron?”
“Why did you want Arner dead?”
Garth realized he had no chance of dispersing this gathering quietly. He stood straight and flung aside his hood and cloak, making sure his sword and armor were visible.
“I meant no harm. It was no doing of mine that Arner died. I did not know of his existence until today, when I heard the noise here and c
