Vaahn always wished he was a full-blood Vampire instead of a Dampir. Being born from a daylight and a nocturnal races made sleeping a troublesome question. Eventually he settled on avoiding scheduled sleeping in favor of just sleeping when he got tired, regardless of the time of day. Today's sun rise happened to be in the middle of his "day," so he was not too far from his home, at the bustling trade center of the Blood Tower.

With not much on his shopping list, Vaahn spent most his time idling the populated area after making usual runs. Being part vampire, the only nourishment he needed was blood, any other food or drink was simply a luxury, or they would be, but he preferred the taste of blood more than enough to consume only it.

It had been so long since his escape from human civilization, he had become fully accustomed to life in The Bastion, and there were no shortage of interesting people, and even other vampires and dampir, which would ease his feelings of alienation. But at the same time, each passing day was relatively boring, he always wished something exciting would happen.