His cloak had a number of buttons in the front, made from bits of wood, so it wouldn’t slip from his shoulders and reveal his twisted arm. Townsfolk, superstitious and fearful, never reacted well; he learned that while still living with Gabriel. He added the buttons after a branch pulled his cloak off. A little girl saw his arm and started screaming. He was chased out of her village shortly thereafter by several locals wielding various weapons improvised from the tools of their trade. They followed him for about a mile, to a dusty crossroad that marked the village edge.