"You are not welcome here." Those were the first words we heard in this city. They came from a tall man, with a long nose and balding scalp. His hair is black, as I believe his soul is. We gasped and the children screamed when we saw that he has a false leg. From where we were standing, it shone down and blinded us. At first I thought it was all silver, but then I realized that it was only wood. There are several silver bands on, and I heard one of the citizens calling the man "Silver Leg."