Eldarin staggered backwards and let his blade drop to the ground from his numb hands in utter exhaustion. That had been the most hellish fight he'd ever been in. [b]"Good work Vane."[/b] He managed to pant out as he sank to the ground. The clink of disturbed bottles reminded him of the blood letting kit he had and how he'd drained pretty much everything he'd gotten from the wolf. No time to rest, he needed to fill up and get moving. It was probably best to get this kind of stuff fresh. For a moment he was sickened by what he was doing, collecting blood from a fallen monster to mantain his own condition and keeping as some sort of prize, literally feeding on the life of his dead enemy to sustain himself. But with a fierce shake of his head Eldarin continued with his grim purpose. He intended to get a drink for both himself and Vane and leaving with full bottles, as well that dratted key.