Drake could only laugh at the Vampire calling him an old man, a rumbling laugh that seemed to echo from his chest around the area.
"My Soul may be old." He started, "But the Fangs and Claws of a large dragon is not what people; even werebeasts themselves, really want to face off with."

"Leads are always good." He started with a nod, "Two pretty strong leads from the sounds of things." He paused, thinking to himself. "I would presume you would rather not go near those hunters." He said with a smirk, 'I'd hate to lose my companion so quickly. We'll go for the missing werebeast. Any idea what sort of werebeast?"
He wanted to make sure what exactly he was dealing with.

Drake nodded at leaving, "Let's head off. I know a nice hotel in one of the close cities." He started, "Run by an Elf. She'll allow us to stay. Rooms are big enough for me to even rest in beast form."
He chuckled as he stretched, his shoulder blades clicking as he looked to the setting sun. Moonfall will be upon them soon, and his feral form will become restless and break though. Luckily for him it was only a waxing moon, his instincts will stay quiet while he can nap in his feral form.