Eyes narrowed, centring on approaching footsteps, the form of a tall man rounding a corner who was evidently aware of his presence. All of this he took in before an ordinary man could blink, he turned, left side facing the newcomer, allowing his right hand to stray to his dagger unseen. Should there be one such as him wandering the Cathedral? It seemed unlikely to the Vampire, with one short inhale he had already judged the figure as unusual but certainly not undead. There was an air of confidence in his approach, not cattle certainly, perhaps the prey meant to slay the wolf? Optimistic, to say the least, he should have approached with more caution.
He spoke, a query, nonchalant and unworthy of Adrian’s time, he did not feel like one the Vampire would enjoy draining of life. Still, common courtesy was a necessity if one wished to retain their sanity into undeath.
“And for what reason,
Would a man think it wisest
To question the dead?”
Adrian observed the man’s approach, scant fifteen feet dividing them as he answered in typically obscure form.
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