Neveah shifted slightly, her posture squared and sure. She shifted her arms upward and scooped the hood of her cloak back and off of her head, revealing her face and white hair. Her eyes were bright and big, though the blue grey was outlined with red due to thirst, which she ignored for the most part. The Scottish man spoke first, his accent thick and it made Neveah smile at him. Before she could answer though, the bigger man spoke up, asking what she would like.

[color=f7976a][i]"I am searching for a few Vampires possibly staying here for the day. They might already be asleep, but it has come to my attention that they are possibly rogues, or new born."[/i][/color] Neveah spoke smoothly, barely flustered by the scottsman. [color=f7976a][i]"It is my duty to bring them back to the castle with me."[/i][/color]

She watched the wolf tower over her and she wanted to shrink back at his height, but remained where she was instead. She had come across a few vampires as tall as this man, but it didn't help that she was so small herself. Neveah looked up at him again, closer this time to examine him right up close. His scent was overpowering but she had grown used to it by now. She shifted to sit at a bar stool, curious to see if they'd offer her a glass of wine laced with blood. Or something more pure. If they didn't though, she would have plenty an opportunity to hunt once returned home.