Not long after sunrise Alexi wakes slowly, the activities from the night before taking their toll in the form of various body aches and a pounding headache. He whines much like the petulant young man that he is and shifts under the covers, rolling about and stretching in an attempt to get his blood flowing properly, and work the kinks out of what feels like every joint. [i]'If Joseph comes in and sees me looking worse for wear, he will try and refuse to take my blood, I just know it. I would rather not have to order him to do it. After all, I am just beginning to win Erik's trust. . . .'[/i] At the thought of the rebel leader he smiles fondly, stifling his noises a bit as he finishes his stretches. Once he is sure he won't be moving like a cripple when the head slave shows up the younger Vandros throws the covers back and stretches one last time.

Slipping to the edge of the bed he stands up carefully, testing his balance before trying to move. His eyes seek out his captive, the light he used to read allowing the human to see fairly well despite the just-woke-up blurry vision. He smiles warmly. “Good morning.” he murmurs, shuffling past the second bed in his room and making his way to the bathroom for his morning bathroom stuff. He smiles at the sight of the still full bath and tries to imagine what it would look like to see the rather filthy vampire captive bathing. He wrinkles his nose a bit as he realizes just how filthy his tub now is, however he shrugs it off quickly and shuffles over to the privacy stall.

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“If he's been captured. . .”

“There's no way he could have known. . .”

“That traitor! Thanks to him Erik was. . .”

“We have no proof he's been captured. He may be dead somewhere. . .”

Adrian bits his lip, keeping his thoughts to himself as he makes his way through the encampment. The rumors and suspicions flying all around him have been going on since their leader vanished on the night of the raid. The young drow, having been needed at the camp that day had been forced to stay behind even if he'd wanted badly to go on the raid with his idol. True, he's only a low level fighter within the resistance, but none the less he felt he could be of use. The dark elf pauses, looking over to a litter of werewolf children who seem oblivious to the plight all around them as they play fight under their mother's watchful eye. [i]'Some of the only children born free. . .'[/i] He says a silent prayer that this sight will become more and more common in the future before continuing on his trek through camp.

He once more overhears a group whispering about their leader being captured, being enslaved, and once more he bites his lip. [i]'Even if he was captured, there is no way he would ever bow to the will of his captors! He fights for our freedom!'[/i] Most of the camp are of like mind when it comes to their leader Erik, and already some have begun talking about having a funeral. Even if he was captured, he would be dead soon, not allowing them to keep him alive to potentially harm the rebellion. Adrian curses aloud drawing the attention of a few filth covered refugees, however he falls silent as he slips out of sight into his sleeping area. Stepping over the few already asleep for the day he curls up in his own dark little corner of the Hodge-podge structure of metal and cloth and settles in for the day. [i]'He would never betray us. . .Never. . . .No matter what. . .'[/i]