Nemesis kept a sutble watch over Vels away from her view during the midst of her journey. He dealt with the few other watchers that made threatening approaches in the dark toward Vels, discreetly as possible.
Done, Nemesis decide to try out his new experiment. Shortly before Vels reached her destination, she came across what appeared to a struggling figure in front of the rubble filled street, trying to find shelter in the rain. It was a man in brown leather rags, with wrappings over most of the face, inculding the eye sockets that hinted blindness. Only a dark tan skin was displayed from the nose and mouth. The hands were bandages, and he carried a stick with his right hand, using it to feel his way on the path.
Suddenly the "blind man" collapsed to the ground on his knees, by triping on a middle sized rock. He grunted and swore until he heard the girl's steps. Turing around, the man who seem to be in his thirties, spoke in a raspy voice filled with fear.
"Who there?"
