He hums, surprised, and turns around. The fellow was idly puffing on his tobacco pipe. “Oh, ahem.” The tool is lowered out of respect; to keep the smoke away. “Hail, miss.”(edited)
“Something like that, yeah. I haven’t been on any missions or adventures yet, though.” Quickly, he spits on his thumb and uses it to put out the embers in the pipe’s bowl. “My name’s Shadebeard; Bhargon Shadebeard. The second.”
Valorie Ancunin. Daughter of the Vampire Lord, Astarion, and The Cleric of Selune, Shadowheart....Proud to be part of the adventure guild. *she holds out her hand. a small smile on her face. trying to hide her softer nature out of fear*
His own hand extends, as if by itself. “A pleasure.” This is a well practiced action of his. He’s repeated it thousands of times. “Wait, you said you’re a vampire lord’s daughter?” His little head tilts slightly. His brows working to show his confusion. Or curiosity?
*The winter Eladrin Elf looked up at the two* hm? Oh i just got this from the local Library. I'm Kind of new to this area. What Mission exactly? And who are you?
He glances at the elf for the shortening of his name. “I agree.” Then he looks at Emara. “Would you like to accompany us? We were just about to set out, I believe.”(edited)
“Are we associated with the king’s court? We could just go and as there. Or other nobles, perhaps?” The dawrf’s thumbs slip between his belt and waist. Resting there.
“Well heading there would be a better start. As opposed to wandering the city. Aye?” Bhargon’s tone is rather straightforward. Blunt. It’s clear his social skills are rusty.
Any Thinking Creature can be afflicted with Vampirism...Humans, Elves, even Half-Elves are the most common. But I've seen my father turn a random little gnome once!
“That’s… I didn’t know it was that easy.” His arms cross in thought. “I never really hunted down any. Not because I couldn’t find any, but because it don’t feel right. I always thought of them as a more *civil* form of undead.”
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He scoffs softly. “Haven’t been attacked by any either, so…”
*following close by. once they exit the hall and into the streets, because it is nighttime, her eyes are glowing. her arms are crossed as she walks. almost as if on guard. defensive.*
