They say it sounds like the gonging of church bells.

They say it appears behind you the moment you feel safe.

They say that at any possible moment, his blade may be mid-swing towards your neck.

They say you no longer have to worry about swarms of fiends tormenting you on the road; they have learned to avoid his patrol.

All you have to hope for is that the one bastard does not happen to see you.

And if you are not so blessed, then hope that he kills you.