He heeded every warning, oddly enough, until he reached the next town. People were horrified by the dried blood on his armor but he didn't care, moving into the tavern and buying board.
He sat at the bar and ordered food and drink, looking mildly annoyed and unhappy. People were rather wary of him, it was odd to see a man with such fiery hair; it was viewed as an ill omen, a mortal favored highly by demons. He ignored the discomfort, he never believed such things.
In reality, funny enough, he was favored by one very peculiar god. No one was aware of it, but eventually, a petite woman approached him. "Don't see too many from the knighthood out this way.."
She had seemingly.. vanished. It seemed like multiple voices called out to him. A male voice? Another woman? What was happening? Suddenly, he felt a tap on the shoulder from behind.
She smiled and nodded as she left to the bar again. What just happened? As he went back to the bar, someone new was there. Or.. had he just not noticed them before?
"No, I'm suffering from battle fatigue, I don't even really think I was talking to anyone.." He replied, "If you don't mind, I wish to be left alone.."