[center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=Gold]Morrigan Cade[/color] [@HecateProxy][/sub][/center]

Morrigan posed a difficult question to answer. The simple fact of the matter was that he was trying his hardest [i]not[/i] to adjust. It was stubborn and ultimately pointless, and Joryldin knew that, but it was a matter of values. He didn't want to adjust to a life that spat in the face of what he held dearest before.

"[color=0072bc]It's been... a challenge. You don't need me to tell you that there's a lot of things you miss. The sun, normal food... Hell, creepy as it sounds, sometimes I miss mundane pain. It's strange to stub your toe and dent the chair instead of the other way around.[/color]" 

Joryldin set off meandering towards his councilor. He shuffled along with the crowd in a way that seemed far more akin to a zombie than a vampire. A quick tilt of his head indicated for Morrigan to follow and do the same.

"[color=0072bc]Heh...It's not all bad though, I finally get to sleep in all day![/color]" It was a shitty joke, that's for sure; but like Dakota said, what's the point in being undead if you couldn't make light of it? "[color=0072bc]Name's Joryldin, how about you?[/color]"