Balthazar slowly made his way through the village, a slight smile on his face as his emerald eyes shifted over the dirt streets and alleyways. He was relaxed but alert, his steel armor glinting in the setting sun as he walked confidently through the streets, his feline head held high as his well-trained paw rested upon the hilt of his sword. His ears twitched as he listened, the sound of Romani music filling the air. He smirked as he began making his way to the village square, tail flicking.