[b][Kresnik][/b]
Kresnik kept a keen eye on the woman as she spoke, noticing her subtle winces at particular words. Her surprise at his boredom was entertaining, but he found her profound dislike of the word "half-blood" interesting, as she looked as though she was about to say something about it before continuing with their conversation. When all was said and done, Kresnik took distinct note of his peripherals, noticing his glass sliding away, rising, and then sitting back where he had left it. The woman had simply glanced at his glass, and from there it moved. Were it not for his keen eyes, he wouldn't have seen the strange motion of... something. [i]The folks here are strange.[/i] Kresnik thought, trying to distinguish the strange motion. In the end, he gave up, for not even his sight could see the source of motion. Perhaps it was his imagination, he wondered. [i]No amount of training and battle experience can see what just isn't there,[/i] he chastised himself, hating the distraction.

"My name is of no consequence," the dhampir sighed, grabbing his glass and downing the rest of the brandy as though it were a shot, sitting the glass within the same, fluid movement. To him, it was a slow motion... however, to others around him, it would seem swift and unnatural. "I am, however, a simple Witch Hunter. For now." Kresnik added nonchalantly.