For some time now the muddy figure from earlier had been watching the house that the others came and went from. It had been in quite the quandary for some time after seeing how they had handled the villagers.
These beings posses power, there is no doubt of that. Cursed magic indeed, but power non the less.
The figure took a moment to look down at it's left arm, the scales stood out well in the dim light.
Perhaps even power that I might match with my curse. But I could not possibly match them yet, not all of them. Then I will follow them, and watch, and wait. Surely if I am with them then there will be opportunities to become stronger.
With that decided the figure made it's way down to the hut and walked through the door, barging past anyone in his way.
He then picked a patch of floor and sat down paying little attention to anyone else. The figure had been walking all day, as it had been for quite a long time, and was glad for the chance to sit and close it's eyes for a bit.
Though there were... other needs as well. The smell of food drifted from the others but the figure would not show such weakness in front of them despite the fact that it began to drool a bit at the smell.