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The two hunters stood at the top of a twisting stairway into an underground crypt, a doorframe built with stone, into an old church that kept to old traditions - much like the Order did. While it served as a more prodigious cemetery for high ranking church members or those that supported the church, it also gave a fledgling vampire somewhere to slink into for sleep. That happened a lot with them, newly turned, unsure where to go or what to believe, some of them clinging to movie tropes and horror b-movies for reference when their sire just didn't give a damn about who they left behind or what souls they tossed to oblivion. Delwyn held up a hand for Lyselle to stop a beat, eyeing her cautiously. He didn't come from the Vigil but he had been hunting this vampire's sire for some time now and asked for help - the Order gave him Lys - their brightest and most promising to assist. Despite the Vigil's utmost confidence that she'd be able to help him with this fledgling, the outsider seemed suspicious of her and for reasons she could not bring herself to comprehend.

A whisper softly brushed the air, cautious not to alert even a new vampire and their enhanced senses, [b]"you stay at the entrance and keep him from getting away if anything happens ... you know what to do if he comes at you, right?"[/b] There was a subtle eyebrow raise. Lys wasn't good at social norms and rules, but understanding people well enough to catch the tone and body language - she was much better with interactions where she could observe a person verses relying on second nature reactions to decipher someone's intentions. This one was obvious - he doubted her ability. Truth was... she doubted her own. But she had to keep up appearances.

[color=#9BA7C3][b]"Of course,"[/b][/color] Lys whispered back, plainly so, [color=#9BA7C3][b]"I am capable with my blessed silver weapon, have holy water on hand to distract, and I happen to know more than a few sigils."[/b][/color] The man sighed, still uncertain, but willing to take the masked confidence at face value. He nodded then and motioned her to follow as they slowly went downwards, both with their hands on weapons. For Delwyn, this was just another day, but for Lys this was the calm before the storm. No matter how many times she had tagged along with mentors and teachers, she always felt so tense, afraid she'd slip and make a mistake one day and fall from the grace the Vigil had given her.

The crypt itself was about what you might expect - a chill in the air and only dim light from a few wall lamps that used to be torches back then. They were both as quiet as they could muster and when they crossed the threshold, Lyselle stopped at the doorway while the more experienced outsider creeped forward, both of them slipping out holy silver from sheath as quietly as possible.