You walk up the near empty street with a bounce in your step. Death, whenever it came to claim you completely, always excited you when you beat it, once again.
You enter the Inn and see Ryan tracing a shape carved into the table. He is tall and slender, even sitting, but you can see the shape of his muscles through his thick clothing. You silenty think that you never want to be on the recieving end of his vengeance. Shyntar is nowhere to be seen.
You close in on him, trying to avoid alerting him of your presence.
"I know you are here, Bloome." He says as he continues to trace the crude carving with his index finger. "When do we leave?" He asks, his voice deep and soothing, reaching you effortlessly although you swear he is whispering.
"Soon. Where is Shyntar?" You ask and he shakes his head.
"I do not know." He says.
"Ah, well, we wait then." You say as you take the chair opposite of him and wave the serving wench over. "Ale." You say. The girl leaves to fulfill your request. The sway of her hips brings a smile to your lips. Ryan lifts his gaze from the shape on the table and lifts an eyebrow. "What?" You ask.
"A vampire drinking ale?" He says.
"And walking in sunlight." You reply coldly. "Where will it end?"
Ryan shrugs and returns his gaze to the shape on the table top. You look away and wait for your ale to arrive. You won't pay for this ale, you decide, since the last time almost got you killed.
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