[Not everyone is happy about the monsters being pushed further out of the city. For Nil, it only means a wider area in which nothing is happening, and it fires up the itch for combat and bloodshed that he's been keeping in check, just barely, by the creatures pressing against the borders on a daily basis. The usual tracks he takes move out wider, and his temper with those people he tends to give the time of day to shortens considerably by the time the feast rolls around.

But still, he hunts. The lessened need for it overall doesn't deaden the wish to do it. He leaves the barrier willingly, taking on creatures five or more times his size in rains of arrows and quick, sharp flicks of a blade. When he walks back into the city stained with blood, it's rare that any of it is his.

Inside the city, always close to the edges, he can be found sharpening his knife or fletching a set of arrows. The repetitve motions bring with them a certain level of peace, and it shows in the softened edges of his expression and the dimming of the sharp flames that always burn in his eyes. He might have his headdress off, kept close by his feet, showing the slightly wavy, dark hair usually hidden underneath. At least once, he makes a full circuit of the Silent Hill Zone, observing it as if he's mapping it out.]

[If anyone could look intimidating while also aggressively wallflowering, it's Nil. He goes to the gathering because of what it is, and because perhaps for once he might wish to be around people, but there's a look about him like it isn't a situation he often finds himself in (either by design or not) and it doesn't exactly invite interaction.

At no point does he appear to be eating or drinking anything that's on offer, and it would be hard to say exactly what might be something he would have wanted to see there. Unless he's caught and persuaded to stay longer he'll bow out early, though he doesn't go far...

He'll be at the highest point he can find, watching the feast from a distance.]