Samael watched the hunting group until they left the pub and then turned his attention back to his neglected glass of wine. Everyone seemed to be aware of the strangers, though he supposed in a village this size word did would get around quickly.

One of the strangers entered the pub not long after the men left on their hunt. Tall and scruffy, the man approached the bar and began to question the land lord, though didn't seem to get anything useful out of him. The man grumbled and turned, his gaze sweeping the room, eyeing each drinker and their drinks. Nothing strange there, they all had a drink and many had been drinking from their glasses as he looked. Gah! He was starting to think they were looking in the wrong middle of nowhere.