Location: Alavaris
Cathedral
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“O-oh uhm, well,” Fra fidgeted with her dress. “Someone should look after the cathedral…it would be a shame for it to be empty, even for only a little while…” The thrall couldn’t meet her mistress gaze as she’d reply. It was hard for Luna to get a read on her, but it didn’t seem like she was being dishonest, just timid. “Uhm, as for defenses…its not a big place. I’d say roughly a few dozen people or so live there. An old stone wall runs along the south and eastern sides of the village, but the northern gate was destroyed at some point the west has a river next to it. They don’t have many people capable of fighting…mostly, if something attacks they usually just try and hide, waiting it out…”

She shook her head.

“Uhm…there is this one woman though. I-I think she’s a blacksmith or something? She tries to hunt things near the village where she can to help keep it safe. She’s uhm…well she doesn’t like me, aha…” Fra rubbed her arm nervously. “They usually light the village with silver lamps. I don’t know how they work, but they seem to be able to keep most small creatures away from the village. I apologize I can’t be of more help, Mistress…”

Akyasha’s gorebats alighted on her shoulder, chirping pleasantly, but seemingly restless. Might be best to keep them around for now, or send them out scouting ahead in case they ran into anything on their way to this supposed village.

For now at least, it seemed as though nothing else needed to be done in the city. They could consider rebuilding and strengthening the city itself once they had the manpower, thralls, and other lords revived and willing to help.

With the still oddly fresh and bloody heart safely secured, once everyone had made their preparations and were ready, Fra would point them in the proper direction. Out the nearby city gate, down the old, dusty path that once would have allowed traders and people through, around the old, gnarled forest, towards what would have at one point been a riverside town. From the way she described the journey, it would likely take a few hours and be an overnight trip or two…for an average mortal, at least. They didn’t have as much need for rest, now did they?

Regardless, Fra would not wish to come unless she’d be forced to by the lords. The trip would be blessedly uneventful, the darkness of the world around them hiding little from their vampiric sight. Where humans would hear noises and creatures scampering, howling in the distance, the vampires only saw ragged beasts, who in turn, saw them, and cautiously stalked their presumed prey for some time. 

Of course, they themselves soon became the prey.
And soon, the village would finally come into view. Lamps lit two ruined pillars, giving off the only source of light for miles. A number of corpses of four legged creatures that looked like some amalgamation of deer and wolf, with antlers sprouting from their head but possessing a body structure more like a wolf with an elongated muzzle and far too long limbs littered the area near the pillar.

Beyond the stone pillar, they could see a number of shoddily built and old dwellings. Some looked like they had existed since the Ophidiel Era with quick repairs and patchworks to keep them mostly livable, while others seemed completely hastily constructed. The tallest of the buildings they could see had a lamp atop it, illuminating someone standing up there.

They could hear some people jovially talking not too far away, though they were just out of sight in a nearby building.