The biggest problem in that town, Eva noted, was something she had literally bumped into that morning at the famous Phantasm castle. Clearly she had not been looking where she was going or Eva was sure that she could have avoided getting her back hurt from slamming into some vampire like lord who had a greatly pained expression on his face which had been a sight to see with her on the ground, a burning bum, and him standing over her as if he had not slammed into anyone at all. It made her even wonder if she was truly the one that fell and if she was just not hallucinating. Bu definitely, the aching back was a testament to the fact that she had been on the receiving end. So why was this man so sad now? She had asked without meaning to, quickly earning a single glance from him and then a sigh.
“It’s my wife’s death anniversary,” he had said, voice in just a light whisper. Despite the heaviness of his voice, the audibility of it was so poor that Eva had to get up and ask him the question again. “I said it’s my wife’s death anniversary,” the lord slightly picked up his pace this time, raising his voice slightly and finally getting back to his position as a true lord with his back now straight and an aura of noble purity surrounding him,.
This man, Eva knew, was not exactly someone that was completely to be trusted. No matter how she thought about it, he had been in the Council’s noted list for a time and she was sure that had been so for a reason which meant that it was purely her choice whether to help the man or not and Eva decided that it was worth the time seeing as she had nothing to do that day except training which she had already done plenty on.
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