Although solemn, the atmosphere inside the village was not one Aectaeon was pleased with. He could feel the fear in the hearts of the villagers, that prickling sensation as if myriads of unseen hands were tightening around one's body.
Even the heavens were adding flesh to the terror brought about by the uncaught murderer.
'It's a dark sky accompanying me today.' Aectaeon thought as he stopped and took in the darkness of the clouds, 'By the smell of it, rain won't come soon. The heavens are just giving justice to the villagers' fright.'
Before long, Aectaeon resumed his walk. There was quite a distance between him and the three men now. However, he didn't feel the need to catch up to them.
He wanted to observe how the surroundings were like.