Henric strode across the street, a white piece of cloth tied across his head like a bandana. He raised his head, a bead of sweat dripped from his temple. His eyebrows covered, Henric looked like something of a Japanese warrior. Not only that, the solid oak pole across his shoulder with his hands hanging from them limply, added to that appearance. His usual cloak was gone, though he was still wearing his winter trek pants, but a plain-looking shirt in place of his jacket.
Blinking as he caught sight of the people in front of him, Henric halted abruptly, breathing out as he surveyed them. At first, he thought about simply sidling away, but then recognized the group gathered before him. Moving forward quietly, he waved one hand at them as he came near. "Hullo, I suppose everyone here has shopping done already, haven't they?", Henric kept his tone emotionless - something he often did. Still, his features were no longer those of wax, they looked more natural now - that wasn't comforting, he had eyes frozen in ice, and he only had a slight smile at the edge of his lips, which actually looked sincere.