The Night's Shadow

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[If it’s one thing that irritated the vampire more than sunlight, was being stranded in the middle of nowhere with no recollection of how he got there. Sir Bartholomew W. Wagner was not the kind of fellow to be caught easily off guard but today proved that even someone who claimed to live over a century can be surprised every once and while. While

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It is prose for me, sir!

[katsaros]

Stavros wasn't particularly concerned about the state of things - this place was better than Comodo and better than listening to his sisters whine at him on the caravan, not to mention he'd made some decent money since arriving.

And speaking of opportunities for sales, that interesting gentleman hiding in the shadow of the wall seemed just irritated enough to be in dire need of something. So Stavros sauntered over, folded his arms, and sized the guy up, with his typical casual detached interest.

"So who let you out of Geffen Tower?" he said. This 5'4" twenty-something who barely looked his age, dressed in mother-sewn and hand-patched gypsy silks that only vaguely resembled the distinctive cape and vest attire of a Comodo bard. He was not the least bit intimidating, but from the way he spoke, he had an arrogance to make up for it.

Very good choice!

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Humoring himself with the thought of a possible punishment for the derelict responsible for this travesty, the vampire was graced with the sight of a young man dressed in homemade silks. The fellow’s attire was quite flamboyant at best but compared with Wagner, that is like the pot calling the kettle ‘Black’. While he certainly doesn’t don the appearance of a Comodo native, the stately old vampire certainly looked like a noble of some kind given his richly hued burgundy suit. Wearing clothing obviously tailored by a rather good tailor, Sir Wagner stuck out like a sore thumb in this realm of oddities.

“I beg your pardon?” Raising his brow at the question, Wagner let out a slight chuckle at the arrogant flair this young man exudes. He could tell that this gyspy-like bard thought of himself quite highly considering the confidant gaze that lingered within the man’s eyes.

[katsaros]

Something in the back of Stavros's mind (his voice of reasonable business sense) was muttering, hey, maybe you shouldn't piss this guy off, he looks like he's got money. But Stavros didn't like listening to people's good advice, even when those people were himself.

"So is it true you can turn yourself into a flock of drainliars?" A pause, an arched eyebrow and a sidelong glance. "Or maybe you're just a cheap Drac knockoff and you can only manage familiars." (For what it was worth, despite his being intentionally insulting, he didn't sound malicious about it. More like he was just saying it to see what reaction he got.)

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Substituting 'drainliars' for 'bats', Wagner understood quite quickly, where this bard was getting at. "It depends on the individual but most cannot perform such a feat." More humored than insulted by that last part, the vampire just smirked. The bard was a rather brave fellow, brave and foolish in his opinion. Their weren't many of his kind who would take such brazen comments without offense but Sir Wagner couldn't careless about what this young fool says as long as he kept his distance.

"Are you devoid of any kind of fear or are you just too dim-witted to know when you are in danger?" Allowing his smirk to ebb away, a stern gaze settled within those crimson hued eyes.” I assume that you are different than your ape-like brethren.” It still amazed him after all these years how humankind managed to inherit the earth once ruled by those of mystic might. No matter how highly the ghouls and demons of the night may view themselves, it is a fact that humans own the world.