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Frederick let out another sigh of relief as the healer left his side, heading towards the door. Despite the racket behind him, the half-elf turned to face the undead being on his other side. His right arm twitched slightly to draw his sword, only for the Witch Hunter to remamber that he had left his sword and buckler at the door, on the behest of the innkeeper. Growling slightly, Frederick glared down at the girl in front on him.

[color=aba000]"What manner of being are you?"[/color] Asked Frederick as his left hand rose to finger his three necklaces, a worn gold off-  center cross, a sapphire butterfly and an iron medallion the size of his thumb, [color=aba000]"Your presence feels like that of an undead, yet the sensation is... off. The coldness that radiates from you is familiar, but there is another force there as well."[/color]

The half-elf paused and pursed his lips before continuing, [color=aba000]"Nowhere in the archives of the Order has there been a report of the aura you give off. You are too coordinated and aware to be a Risen, lack the iron tang that permeates the vampires, nor do you have the screaming hell pit Liches call an aura."[/color] Frederick paused again, before growling [color=aba000]"So. What. Are. You?"[/color]