Musings of the dark

 A medieval town everything was astoundingly serene and normalcy exuded from each and every corners of the town. People with blank faces were working like every body else. Families were functioning properly as children were flocking around and chirping across the whole town with birds and animals were accompanying them in their plays and skits. But in the midst of order there was a man confused, he was looking around here and there as though he was searching for some valuable thing, drenched in sweat he wrestled his feet over nooks and crannies of the town. Few days passed by and people started to notice this deranged man casting his distress over others as all started to question this mans intentions but most of them were afraid to inquire him. It was a long time this town has seen any kind of anomaly like this, he was a tall scar faced man with his limbs shorter than the norm. His legs were quite long and he wore a rugged ,dirty robe with his head been covered by a white cloth which is stained by drips of stinky oil as its rotting smell was making everybody nauseous. That is the reason why majority of people were running away from him rarely people tried to confront him, he looked some kind of monster. But she didn't let her guards down instead she upfrontly inquired him. This captivated attention of many people as they gathered around to see this whole act.