His eyes widened. What the hell was he thinking!? He gripped the side of his head. No, it couldn’t be true. He was overreacting. He would test this. Once he got to the city, he would… do something. Perhaps get some meat, bloody and raw and see… see if he was right. He shakily got to his feet as he trudged back through the forest towards the stream. He partook of the clean water, enjoying its purity as he washed his face. He looked at his armour as he scrubbed some of the goop off. There were scratches, but that was to be expected. There were also light dents here or there from the fight.