[Dattatreya]

Obscured by the confines of a nearby bazaar, a young boy dropped to his knees at the sight of the spectacle that had just taken place. A leper, he knew he ought to stay inside to avoid detection in the part of Vindrel reserved for "normal people". However, Curiousity is a powerful force, and in this case, potent enough to risk indictment for being quartered in his father's household which happened to be connected to the bazaar.
Sweating, his hands seized the wooden counter for support; slowly, painfully, he was able to make it off the ground. The odor of dragon's blood was in the air: unpleasant and piercing, it conflicted with the sweet, delicate scent of the plant life his father kept in stock.
Such power...was this man a god? Questions plagued his mind. Just how does one go about this disappearing act through the use of dragon's blood? Were the people dead or relocated? Why hadn't he vanished with the rest of them?
But something else came with the questions. An overwhelming desire to follow the cloaked figure. His mind was hungry, and he had to know. He was aware of the street the man had took. Had there been a girl with him? He seemed to remember something of the sort, but this detail was a nuisance compared to the knowledge he was now seeking.
And so it was that this boy ripped his grip from the familiar counter, the counter he would sit at when nobody was watching and look out at places he would be able to go.
If only.
With a swift pace, he set off for the direction he had seen the man take, and wished that he had not made a turn since the figure had left his eager gaze.