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Leofric's eyes widen and never before has he looked so ugly. His own mother might cringe if she could see the expression on his face at the moment. He has known something was wrong even before the farmhand had stopped him but he could not place it. The town shifted and changed as he walked as if some force beyond his understanding did not wish for him to find his destination. He even wonders if he might find the exit if he tried or would he only end up wandering this unnatural place for eternity?

He had denied the footprints when he first saw them, convincing himself that they belonged to passing townsfolk despite having seen not a soul tread past him except for those few who openly spoke to him. Even the houses around him had felt empty and never seeing even a pair of eyes peeking from the crack of an open shutter this whole time is suddenly alarming to him. His mother told him stories of places such as this but he never believed that they could actually exist in this world. It was like some sort of cross between a plane of Limbo and a demon world; like an unending Hell where a man searches forever in vain for that which cannot be found.

Then he is upon the hiker. He pushes forward with his foot so that as he leaps forward he stands higher over the man even more than normal. His left hand shoots out and reaches for a tuft of the hiker's hair that he may jerk his head back violently and expose the soft flesh of his throat to the edge of his blade that has left his sheath like lightning. The momentum of his vault would end in Leofric standing over the hiker with cold steel pressed against his vitality. He would then immediately drop in an attempt to pin the hiker's arms under his knees.

"NO MORE GAMES!" Leofric screams in a voice that does not seem to belong to him. While he is in the man's face he screams as if he speaks to one who is not there. If those stone gray eyes were ugly before then now they belong to a killer. Despite Leofric's vow to never again take a life he still possesses that look of a man who will not think twice to do so. "What is this place? And the Avani save you if your answer is not direct. NO MORE RIDDLES!"

His breathing is hard and sweat seems to excrete from every pore in his skin. He had ignored the lemniscate not because he did not know what it was. No, it was just the opposite. He knows very well the implications of such 'rune' and so it is much the source for his outrage. There are few things that can frighten a true warrior in this world but endless inaction is at the top of Leo's list.