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[sanguophilia]

[[Another night finds Autor staggering around the town, looking even paler than usual. He hasn't eaten in nearly a week. Kraehe suddenly disappeared recently, and he hasn't been able to find her. And for some reason he can't quite understand, he can't bring himself to feed on any of these people. They all look like people he knows, and that's what

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[weissprinz]

[[Siegfried walks down the street at around this time, on his way home from the library that Fakir had showed him earlier. He spots Autor and, mistaking him for a relatively harmless person in need, approaches him.]] Excuse me. Are you all right?

[sanguophilia]

Oh God, he smells good...

[[Autor quickly composes himself, however, acting relatively normal given his state. He can't afford to scare the poor thing.]] I'm just feeling rather faint, I'll be fine...

[weissprinz]

Are you certain? [[He offers Autor his hand.]] You aren't ill, are you? Or did you just have too much to drink?

[sanguophilia]

[[Autor nearly snickers at the last comment. If only he knew...]]

I'm not ill. Just a little dizzy, that's all.

[[He accepts the boy's hand.]] You're another Mytho, are you?

[weissprinz]

No, not... not really. [[He pulls lightly on Autor's hand to move him back from the wall.]] My nme is Siegfried. That isn't important, though. Where do you live?

[sanguophilia]

[[Well, he's close enough, anyway. Autor feigns confusion, staggering a little more than he naturally already is.]]

I... I don't remember...

[weissprinz]

[[Siegfried looks a little alarmed at this and blinks at Autor.]] You didn't hit your head, did you? Well... I could take you to the healer's house. He would probably let you rest there until morning.

[sanguophilia]

To the... healer's house? The White Mage, you mean?

[weissprinz]

Is that what he's called? Yes, him. [[He tugs on Autor's hand again, guiding him toward the town square.]] Come, I'm sure he'll forgive us for calling so late if it's for a good cause.

[sanguophilia]

[[Autor swallows nervously. He doesn't feel quite comfortable around the White Mage.]] No, that's quite all right...

[weissprinz]

Are you sure about that? [[He stops to look Autor over, concerned.]] You're not well, though. Your hands are frigid.

[sanguophilia]

Dammit!

[[He pulls his hand back.]] No, really. I'll be all right.

[weissprinz]

[[Siegfried frowns.]] If you insist but I'm afraid I can do little for you with nowhere to take you. Are you certain you cannot remember the way to your home?

[sanguophilia]

I'll be fine, I just need to...

[[And, as luck would have it, a genuine dizzy spell sends him slamming against the wall again.]]

Ouch.

[weissprinz]

Ah, be careful! [[He grabs Autor's hand and pulls him up, supporting him.]]

[sanguophilia]

[[Autor momentarily regains his bearings, but still doesn't look all that well, even for a dead man.]] I'm sorry...