The tall man brushed his short dark hair from his forehead as he entered the human settlement and wandered around. He would let Ophelia do her own thing for a little while so he could look for some unlucky sap to play him in a game of dice. Roman hardly ever lost. Being alive for so long allowed him to perfect the art of cheating to a science, and most humans were either too drunk or too dumb to realize what he did to them, and those that knew well...he had a special way of making his escape. As he passed along one road that was bare, a lone figure sitting on the ground caught his attention. 

The smell of animal blood was strong on the figure. Roman turned his attention towards the lump on the ground and found that it was a woman. She didn't look very old then again no humans ever seemed to look old to Roman, even if they were covered in deep wrinkles. 

"Good evening..." 

The woman greeted him first, her dark eyes were settled on him as he stopped. Roman was unsure why he had stopped in front of her. "Yes it is..." His voice was deep and pleasant to her ears.

Andi pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she craned her neck to look at him. Her dark hair covered the scars on the side of her neck. "You better be careful out here. Bad things lurk in the night." Roman said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. An unfamiliar feeling of discomfort washed over him. The woman on the ground said nothing as a hollow smile came to her lips. 

"It's nothing I can't handle." 

This woman was making his skin crawl. There wasn't much physical distinction between the vampires and humans in the dimly lit streets. Many vampires would roam the streets of the human settlements every now and then without worrying about being caught so long as they kept themselves in check. The look in the woman's eye was unsettling. It felt like he was exposed. Roman rarely felt this way around anyone; it was beginning to irritate him. 

"You be careful too, sir. There are people out there that would hurt someone like you." The woman turned her attention away from him and to something down the street. Roman didn't look back to see what it was. He gave the woman a polite nod and carried on his way. He needed to escape from there. 

Once he was a safe distant from the woman, Roman let out a deep sigh. 

It was time to find Ophelia. 

He found her and Drake in a pub not far from the strange woman on the street. Roman stuck to the back of the room, scanning the faces for a few moments before heading up to the bar and ordering himself something to drink. For the most part he seemed to ignore the presence of the princess and her new guard, his new partner, beside him. Roman was a silent force, one that didn't need words to convey much. He wouldn't let the princess fall into harm’s way; he didn't need to announce it either.