However, he kept his distance. His reception by the Enclavers was much as it had been pretty much everywhere outside of Skymount, only this time with an extra sense of wonder and fear. Not every day you see a nightmare come back from the dead. He doubted that many here had heard the news of the tournament in Firthengart barely a day or more before Handy the motherfucking Shadow appeared right on their doorstep. Must have been quite a shock. The black and blue clad guards sure as shit were keeping an eye on him as he went about. Best to not raise hackles any more than his presence already did.