The folk in town seemed reserved, even during the day, and regarded the stranger knight with suspicion and perhaps even fear.  Quiet conversations stoppd as he passed and children hid behind their mothers' skirts, their little eyes wide.  The day was warm enough, but overcast and muggy.  A storm brewing, perhaps?  The tension in the air was tangible, a slow, static buildup that reflected the ominous weather.<br/><br/>Nobody quite dared approach the knight though, just turned their gazes aside and muttered darkly, or watched him go by.  Finally, a watchman broke the silence, striding out to block the street as the other man approached.  "Halt, stranger.  What brings you to this town?"  If you could even call this place a town; it was barely more than a village out in the country with a tavern, a church and not much else, all surrounded by fields and woodland.  It would seem almost an idyllic place, but there were signs all around of people's fear.  Crude crucifixes painted above doorways, bunches of garlic strung up outside windows, hands frequently going to the small pieces of silver jewellery that were all these poor folk could afford.  Apparently, they did little good.<br/><br/>Sunlight seemed to do the trick though, as there was no sign of the vampire itself.  Such a creature lost its advantage during the day, since there were fewer shadows to skulk in and it was half-blinded by the light at any rate.