[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
[h2][center][b]Friends?[/b][/center][/h2]
[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Achronum][/right][/sub]

Hearing Ryan's words was like music to Joryldin's ears. His eyes brightened immediately. 

[color=0072bc]"I guess I really did find the right place to be, then. I was terrified that nobody gave a damn how the dead and the living treated each other."[/color] 

A wave of relief crashed over him. It might not have been the grand resistance and upheaval of vampiric rule that Joryldin's parents preached to him, but civilization was well past the point where violence could solve anything. If the students here cared enough to try and keep some peace and decency in their school, that was more than enough for him.

A bit of a jolt ran down the new-blood's spine. "Wipe your memory"? That didn't sound good! He quicly tried to reassure Ryan of his trustworthiness. [color=0072bc]"Don't worry! I won't tell a single soul outside these doors."[/color]