"Blood thirsty son of a-" Lasarus curses under his breath, wiping pure black blood from the Blade of the Draconian on the flaps of his trench coat, then cursing louder yet as the coat catches fire. He covers the flames with his hand until, starved of oxygen, the flames flicker and die. Shaking his black-as-night hair out of his unusually pale face, Lasarus glances at the trees surrounding him, thrusting his sword into its sheaf before turning his gaze to the pale, black robed body at his feet. "Scum," Lasarus voices, spitting on the dead vampire's face. "Will they ever learn?"
Some time later, Lasarus wanders around the edge of the lake, and deciding to take a moment to compose himself, stops at the waters edge. He crouches on one knee, scooping the water into his hands and splashing it onto his face, shaking his sodden fringe out of his dark, handsome eyes. With a contented sigh, he draws himself to full height before turning and continuing on his way. Lasarus hadn't planned his route. He was just wandering.
After a brief while, Lasarus found himself sitting quite contentedly in the corner of the inn lobby, a pint of ale on the table in front of him, a book from the book case at his side open on his lap. He glances up from his reading, fully comprehending the lobby for the first time, glancing at the various patrons before turning his gaze downwards, his wings folding themselves into his back.
Maluena smiled.
"Sure, I'll have Frank take over the desk" she said. She walked into the bar and came back out with Frank.
"Yah, have fun" Frank said, his voice gruff, yet pleasent. Frank walked over to the new commer.
"Sir, here is your key" he said, handing him key 18.
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