The strange, undead presence soon made itself knwown, and Vincent did his best to narrow down what it was based on what he could observe. Certainly not a vampire, the smell was completely wrong. The best he could settle for was some kind of lich or similar animated corpse. Whatever it was, it was trying to play coy with them, which Vincent did not appreciate. Especially when the thing still had its hand on the hilt of its sword.

Not removing his hand from his own sword, Vincent said dismissively, "No, my grandfather is simply taking a nap in the snow." He took a step off the path and urged the strange undead to continue down it with his free hand. "I'd advise you keep on your merry way, [I]pilgrim[/I]." Vincent spat the last word at him, clearly full of mistrust.