For as small stature as this irritating pipsqueak had, she sure was awfully full of hot air. She droned on about how he was a fool (he most certainly was not), she was in some hurry, she didn't trust him, something this, something that, some other thing. He perhaps zoned out and ignored the incessant barrage of squawking spilling out of her mouth. He wished he could feel any of his magic at his fingertips to do something to shut her up but he was too weak to conjure even a magelight, much less probe for long-forgotten bodies that might be remotely nearby. Even his vampiric powers were failing him right now despite the fact that he was fully fed.
He snapped back to attention when a man entered. Vaden reflexively felt his body tense, readied for combat. He was not particularly useful when it came to a physical fight but he would be damned if he didn't at least try. When the bag landed at his feet unceremoniously and the man left he felt himself only slightly relax. Whatever that man was it wasn't alive - it could be the thing was a fresh body raised by a necromantic spell and this girl was like he was, or it could have been a vampire thrall with how the skin was pale enough to match his. It was hard to tell.
Regardless, he kept an eye on the girl as he fished the robe out of the bag and clothed himself. It was a little big - for as much as he had degraded her for her height, he wasn't exactly tall himself. He also specifically avoided the offered food and water - food and drink were worthless to him so if he were to waste the effort on it then he should have food and drink he really enjoyed. Hard bread that was who knows how old and water weren't even worth the consideration.
"Thank you for the clothes," he said tersely. It was clear he didn't mean it but it was something that he had been drilled into saying. He was a rich boy once, with expectations weighing heavy on his shoulders.
"But if I am to be quite frank, I was doing fine up until the moment you showed up and started acting like I am some fool that will listen to the first person who crosses my path. Unless you can give me something more concrete than they're liars, I imagine they will give me more respect than to call me canon fodder to my face."
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He snapped back to attention when a man entered. Vaden reflexively felt his body tense, readied for combat. He was not particularly useful when it came to a physical fight but he would be damned if he didn't at least try. When the bag landed at his feet unceremoniously and the man left he felt himself only slightly relax. Whatever that man was it wasn't alive - it could be the thing was a fresh body raised by a necromantic spell and this girl was like he was, or it could have been a vampire thrall with how the skin was pale enough to match his. It was hard to tell.
Regardless, he kept an eye on the girl as he fished the robe out of the bag and clothed himself. It was a little big - for as much as he had degraded her for her height, he wasn't exactly tall himself. He also specifically avoided the offered food and water - food and drink were worthless to him so if he were to waste the effort on it then he should have food and drink he really enjoyed. Hard bread that was who knows how old and water weren't even worth the consideration.
"Thank you for the clothes," he said tersely. It was clear he didn't mean it but it was something that he had been drilled into saying. He was a rich boy once, with expectations weighing heavy on his shoulders.
"But if I am to be quite frank, I was doing fine up until the moment you showed up and started acting like I am some fool that will listen to the first person who crosses my path. Unless you can give me something more concrete than they're liars, I imagine they will give me more respect than to call me canon fodder to my face."