There was a buzz in the air tonight as the night market officially opened. The sun had only set about a half hour ago, and yet there were already plenty of creatures out and about on the lower streets of Lunidio. Hidden away by glamor, this night market was a place for monsters to gather without worrying about the prying eyes of humankind.

For Tomas Malik, it was a nightly tradition for him to attend the market, even if he had no intention of buying anything. For the young Vampire, it was more about conversing with his fellow monsters, the only people who could understand what he was going through. There was a great pain to being undead, one that Tomas felt constantly.

Having departed the small house he rented a scant five minutes ago, Tomas was glad to live so close to the night market. Descending the steep steps that led to the lower levels of the city, Tomas looked out across the spread of creatures in front of him. He could see Witches and Warlocks selling magical brews, or Trolls roasting some kind of mystery meat. However, his attention was quickly grabbed by a gathering of fellow Vampires.

Even from this distance, Tomas could see and hear that they were followers of Fransisco, the new Vampire Prince of Lunidio. They were repeating the same language used by their leader, about Vampire superiority. It was a concept Tomas never really understood. From what he had seen in his life, Vampires were nowhere near the strong type of monsters. There were way too many ways to kill a Vampire, hell they couldn’t remain in the sun for too long without their flesh decaying.

But Tomas did his best to ignore the radicals as he stepped in the night market proper. As he walked through the stalls, Tomas was amazed by all the items for sale. While he did know that Lunidio had the biggest monster community of all of Vyra, Tomas was still wowed by things like preserved giant’s skulls or a grimoire written in the language of the western continent.

And yet, while these things were interesting, nothing really caught Tomas’s eye until he passed by a stall run by a fellow Vampire. Sitting on the wooden table was several vials of blood, each with a different tag, though only two were of interest to Tomas. The first one was labeled dragon’s blood, a rare commodity as most people hadn’t seen a dragon in hundreds of years. But even with its rarity, Tomas wasn’t much for animal blood.

However, the second vial was labeled virgin’s blood. While not super rare, it was the preferred type of blood among most Vampires. While there was no fact based basis to the claim, most Vampires said that virgin’s blood tasted better and made them feel stronger. Tomas had only had the pleasure of tasting virgin’s blood a few times in his life, and swore that he did feel better after ingesting it.

But before he could ask the vendor of the price of the blood, Tomas heard a commotion behind him. Turning around, Tomas saw that the Vampire radicals were struggling with another group of people. Tomas was unsure of what was happening until he heard a howl. The other group were Werewolves.

While this wouldn’t be the first time there had been violence between the two species, this one could be particularly bad as more and more people got dragged into the brawl. Cursing under his breath, Tomas drew his sword and rushed over to the fighting monsters.

[color=E04637]“Alright everyone, break it up!”[/color] shouted Tomas.

While he had no actual authority, Tomas hoped that his status in Lunidio would be enough to stop the brawl. However, if it did not, he was prepared to crack a few skulls.