[h1][b][i][color=#FF0000][center]Guthrie [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[center][color=#FF0000]Location:[/color] Alleyway - Shezze
[color=#FF0000]Interacting with:[/color] The Twins, Vamon, the guards and Nevan[/center]
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Vampires? Guthrie questioned himself silently as the small group of people made their way to what he presumed was the garrison. Vampires, unholy creatures of the night, turned against their will - or willingly, some people were pervertedly convinced - into an abomination of darkness and evil. At least that was what Guthrie thought, it was all he had ever known of vampire. He had encountered such a being once, down in the tunnels just outside Belizarius, though not fought it...him. It seemed, in some wicked and mad way, that the vampire had wished to converse with Guthrie, though his...its eyes spoke of a different intention. Guthrie had run away, and thanked something greater than him that he was alive. 

[color=#FF0000]"Perhaps, Vamon. Perhaps, though I'm suprised if anyone else than me and our Captain here knows much about this creature. Long story short, the last and only person who could identify it was a drunkard, though I believe him. But please, any help is deeply appreciated. Perhaps I'll hunt down another snake for you to tinker with, you seemed eager at my last catch."[/color] Guthrie said to Vamon, a friendly smile and tone in his voice meant for the man Guthrie had some initial respect for. While he normally didn't give much attention to men of knowledge, Vamon proved himself to know more than books and the like. He then turned towards the Twins, the friendly smile and tone still sincerely meant for them too. 

[color=#FF0000]"Good thinking, Sala and Vala. I would suggest some clothing more suited for the tunnels. Something more sturdy and less...revealing. Though repairs will certainly be needed, the time between us finding the cloth or leather to patch our clothes will be far and wide."[/color]