[@blesses blight]

Corbin was taken off guard when the vampyress rejected the blood. He cocked an eyebrow and studied the woman curiously. "No?" He asked as he poured the contents of her glass back into the vial and drank his glass. "What brings you to a place like this?" He asked. Corbin couldn't help but notice that the woman seemed distraught, distracted and uncomfortable. 

She seemed to keep glancing in the direction of the entrance to the tavern as if she had somewhere else to be, and wondered if she wasn't as excited to see another vampire the way he was. "Have somewhere to be?" Corbin asked her. "Need a lift?" Corbin slid closer toward her with his drink, hoping the scent would tempt her into sharing the blood. 

As they stood behind the bar, and they each glanced toward the entrance periodically, he felt the slight tingle of magic in the air. A moment later the entrance opened and a mage walked in, not just any mage though...this mage was city guard. He carried a decapitated head. The mage was asking patrons questions as a spell projected the head's last moment through its eyes. A projection of himself appeared before the face. 

Corbin could easily take care of the mage and be rid of the head once and for all, but he had a feeling this vampyress would look down upon him for such a thing and he wasn't ready to part ways just yet. He grabbed her and pulled her below the bar. "Alright, well..." He went on. "Where did you come from?"