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Mithias stood up. He had some measure of his vision back. He had mostly heard the ruckus that happened after he was rescued, but he was able to see the figure of Andre walking back from the fight. He wanted to thank him. He felt indebted to him, and to Snarf, yet strangely at the some time he felt ashamed for what had happened. He saw Arlen some distance away, apparently recovering. he was safe, for now. His dear book lie in shreds on the floor, and the vampire sighed at it. Perhaps he'd never learn the way of peace when he had so much power at his disposal. Inwardly he believed that the greater power was in saying no to using it. 

Flicking his yellow eyes to Andre, Mithias carefully approached. "I thank you, sir..." He began to speak, but then suddenly Andre seemed to be in pain. Mithias paused. "Sir? Are you alright?"