Nightfall.

Apparently, the reason nobody ever saw vampires in England was because they were all here at this bar, The Whispering Oak. Mithias arrived early, at astronomical twilight. The bar-slash-inn was not necessarily crowded, not yet, but every being inside was a blood drinker. And young too, most being maybe a couple centuries or so, judging by their dress and mannerisms. As soon as the elegantly attired Mithias walked in, the volume died down quite distinctly. Eyes flickered over him in glances and sidelong looks, and those with any mind-reading abilities also took a moment to focus on him... getting only blackness as a response. Mithias didn't shy about flagrantly scanning the crowd. In all honesty, he had never seen this many vampires in one place without a slaughter. Yet here they were, making the most of each other's company. Blades were sheathed, guns were holstered, and supernatural tricks were kept to a minimum. He kept his outward stoicism and kept his hands off his two bare blades at his sides. If he was fortunate, none of these vampires would recognize him. Certainly there were more than a few in the world who had sworn to drain him in vengeance. 


Mithias wondered if his mysterious host would be meeting him here or if he would simply send yet another intermediate contact. He walked over to the bar like any casual, young punk, vampire customer, and the background conversations began to resume a normal volume once again. At least for now, he could wear the mantel of an obscure newbie. 

The bartender, also a vampire, was quick to see the new customer's desires met. "Welcome friend. Have you had a chance to read our drinks menu?" He went on about the nightly specials and touted the bar as a vampire favorite. "What's your name?"

"Aldaric." It wasn't a lie, technically, but it bought some time.

"Really? What country is that from?"

The night darkened, and the two chatted briefly about whether or not smoking should be permitted in vampire bars. Mithias dodged questions by changing the subject to whether or not that vampiress on the other end was intentionally staring at the barkeep, who's name was Ted, supposedly. Ted also seemed to enjoy history lessons.