Bliss feeling like he had gotten a good grasp of the village made his way to leave. With his dimensional space almost full and his money a bit low he figured it was the perfect time to leave.
Yet, as he made his way to the exit, a prickling sensation crept up his spine, a silent alarm that he was not alone in his observations. The feeling of being watched was intangible yet unmistakable, a presence as real as the earth beneath his feet, yet as elusive as the wind. It felt like the presence was out of sight and out of mind but gnawing at the back of his head at the same time.
Even after leaving the village and entering back the forest Bliss still felt he was being watched.