The sun began to set. A traveller making his way through the sandy land scape. This fine looking traveller covered himself head to toe in rough thick and heavy looking fabric. Despite the heat he seemed to be rather comfortable as he trots along on his horse.

The heavily cloaked being doesn’t quite know when or why they started this trek. Just knows they need to keep going… somewhere.

A few hours pass mostly nothing has changed. Of course the sun fell below the sand by now and the cool night air whipped in but the scenery seemed to be repeating over and over and over.

The horse however has gotten tired and needs a rest. So the clad nomadic figure stops to set up camp. They don’t set up a fire. They don’t set up a tent. They just feed the fine steed and lie down like a plank in the dirt. Before the sun rises the two are back on the move.

Silly enough about twenty minutes later they became the stranger that walked into town. If they just walked a little bit longer they could have had an inn and a stable. Oh well maybe it was better to sleep in the wilderness. Good time to stock up on supplies anyway.

By about noontime, the cloaked figure finished up with their shopping and was preparing to head out. Suddenly a voice rang out behind them.

“Hey you,” it said making the pile of cloth on top of the majestic animal turn. “Yeah you, I heard you here have been messing with my locals.” On closer inspection this dusty old man appears to be some sort of authority of some sort.

The being just looked for a moment then turns back on the path. “Stop you’re not leaving, you have to pay for this” at this the stranger just kept on moving. “I said stop.” Mr authority shouts, again the nomad kept going.

At this point the sheriff has gone red in the face. No one, and he means no one disrespect his badge. He grabs out the pistol on his hilt, takes aim. BANG. Rapidly the bullet flys and rips the strangers arm clean off. Fully it goes flying. Not even a drop of blood. That’s how clean a shot it was.

Wait no blood.

The cloak of a man dose not flinch, they just trot on over to the detached limb. The figure picks it up and effortlessly reattaches it. The fabric falling in the process to show there’s no skin underneath. Not even flesh.

The sheriff to stunned at the sight to move. What was the cloaked figure. He may never know because the being hiked the reigns and dashed off to continue their travels.