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“Really afraid? How dangerous can an old dragon be? I thought every old man knew each other or something,” Alistair said with a little smirk. He sheathed his blade and retracted the blood forming a small red bracelet that looked like rubies. He didn’t like the lack of security the werebeast had, it was nothing compared to the secrecy of the vampire lords. He was basically kidnaped just to be informed of the mission.

“Well if you’re up to it old man, I have a few leads to go off of. One of the missing werebeast was spotted in a nearby town which should be our first priority. There are also some rumors of a group of hunters that are hunting vampires. And a few other leads but those two are the most promising nearby.” Alister used the blood as a second hand and picked up his bag. He pulled out an old stopwatch to check the time before looking up at Drake. 

“We don’t have much time before nightfall and I rather not sleep in some cave in the middle of nowhere. So shall we go old man?” Alister asked. He turned to leave when the little bird returned and perched on his shoulder one again. He smiled then looked back at Drake to see if he was coming.