Winter had set in and the passes, where Logan wanted to be, were covered in snow. He'd had no choice but to hang around. He stayed local hotel, and planned to leave in the morning snow or shine.

Morning came quick like it always did. He woke up, dressed and went to leave. Although he wasn't about to leave without getting something to warm his bones. He made his way down to the tavern again. He went into the pub a little snow on his jacket and his hair. The bartender smiled at him, and waved before putting a finger to his lips.

Inside the dark tavern it looked like some kind of meeting. Men were sitting in a circle of chairs. Only air was in the middle, but it was obviously most of the male population of the town was waiting for the presenter. The place was crawling with some of the most violent, riled up men he'd seen in quiet some time.

He sat down on a barstool, and looked up at the bartender who called him by name which had replaced the 'stranger' he'd gotten used to.

"So Logan what you drinking tonight?" he asked.

"Whiskey. What's going on over there? Moved the religious service to your saloon?" he asked. He won a little chuckle out of the old man and noticed he put a little extra liquid put in his mug. Logan took the alcohol when it was offered and sipped at it.

"Nah. Meeting about the thing up there," he said motioning in the direction of the church.

Logan nodded saying uninterestedly, "Figured."

It was obvious after what Lance had said before that he wanted revenge. Logan just hadn't figured that the towns men would care about it as well. Lance's little vendetta seemed to be bigger then the wanderer had thought. This couldn't end good.

Lance walked out in the middle of the circle of men. He stood up on the table in the center and hit a wooden poll against it. All the men went silent and stared up at him as if he was some kind of deity. Logan rolled his eyes but turned as well wanting to listen.

"We've put up with him long enough," Lance started in with the fabrications waiting no time, "He steals our food. Gives nightmares to our children. He makes the fields unfertile and makes our children stillborn. He's against God and nature. What guarantee can we have that he won't turn on us next? We aren't safe until he's dead! As he grows older will he long for the taste of human flesh like it says in the good book that demons do? It was our father's mistake to let him leave. Let us not allow the same thing! To risk the same fate!"

The crowd cheered and held up random weapons, the type a mob usually had. Pitch forks and torches were ready and at hand as if this happened often. Everything that Lance said added fuel to their fire. They wanted more then ever to go storm a castle that instant, but Lance wasn't done.

"He took my girl! I was Katherine's fiancée until the monster took her from me! Will you let me take your women?!"

The crowd roared back, "No!"

"Will you let them take your sisters?" Lance yelled getting them more excited and the place was almost shaking with the delusion driven madness. "Your daughters?!"

"NO!" yelled the collective.

"Never!" a random man screamed.

"I'd rather die!" yet another yelled.

Lance then jumped in silencing the crowd, "Prove it too me boys! Fallow me to the castle and destroy him before he destroys us!"

All sense was gone from the men and what was left was the hollers of half drunken men out for blood.

Logan watched the moronic display and groaned. These people couldn't be buying this could they? This is why they needed better education in school. That way people won't fall for shit like this.

"I'll take this to go". He tossed the barkeep his money and then went back outside. It was cold and made him pull his jacket closer. He dove into his whiskey trying to clear his head but it didn't help. It never did. His looked at the icy road as if studying it's uniqueness.

"I could go that way and get out of this town in one piece," he said then his eyes gazed up at the castle, "or I can go play savior to a fellow freak."

He paused in thought then growled at himself. He untied one of the horses close by and got on it not caring he was riding bare back or stealing a horse. He ran the creature up the hill wishing for once he didn't want to play champion.