These were the kinds of days that kept him from wandering into populated places. There was a sense of anxiety in the air, he could feel it. It rang through him like a booming echo into a massive cave, resonating and he waited there at the edge of town for the longest time. For what? What was there to anticipate? When did he, for all his experiences, become such an expert in anticipation? He scoffed at himself as he watched the townspeople go about their business.
This was starting to get silly, he thought. When did he start having an interest in climbing in trees? Never – well, not until recently. And in the clothes he was wearing, pfft! Did he honestly think he would be able to truly blend into the treeline? He was in commoner's garb for crying out loud. He doubted this particular town had a neighborhood 'crazy tree man' and he didn't want to become the first one. But despite these thoughts, he still was hesitant to fall from his spot on the tree. He was concealed here, nobody saw him. Yet, that was. But the prospect remained that he didn't want to be seen, yet he knew needed someplace to get supplies. Either way he'd have to climb down sooner or later.
As darkness fell, he felt himself shiver in the night wind. And as a peculiar sight took the attention of the townspeople, Bishop felt it was safe enough to drop down. There was quite a commotion from the people that watched this particular spectacle that he'd been blinded to by the bulk of buildings and houses. Eventually his curiosity drew him to see what all the fuss was about. With arms across his chest, Bishop lingered in the background for a while, walking into a space to view one of the most bizarre sights he'd ever seen.
He didn't see the beginning of it. But what he saw was enough for him. If he ever thought he'd seen it all...with all he'd been through, he was wrong. Plain and simple. Well, now he'd seen everything. Half a girl. Half a horse. On fire. He was as in awe of this display as all those around him, but the charm quickly wore off when he saw all the money this creature was receiving from the stunt. People actually paid for this kind of entertainment? He guessed the occasional card game and lady of the night no longer sated the appetite for delight anymore. He scoffed a little, amused by the sight, but smiled in good humor nonetheless.
The crowd slowly parted and he furrowed his eyes in curiosity as the centaur stalked away with her earnings, heading toward the nearby tavern. She was a large creature and those that walked against her knew to get out of her way. Save for an older gentleman who was preoccupied looking down, counting his steps, when he bumped into her. "Oh sorry, lady," he said and stumbled on. But Bishop kept his eye on her. He saw something in her hands that wasn't there before...
Why...the slick filly! This was all just a charade, wasn't it. He stalked after her, rather quickly and called out. "I saw that, you thief!"
