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Even from afar, you had your suspicions: the strange accent, the leanness of his figure, and the weird hunchbacked servant in the antechamber. For safety, you reached beneath your armour, past the coat of plates and the chainmail, past the padding and cloth. To the golden chain that hung around your neck, it was thin, not a badge of office or anything like that, but an amulet, bearing the Dove of Concord. Holy symbol of the Curian religion, symbolising the holy concordance between all the faithful, no matter who they were or what land or race they belonged to.
He didn't step forward, nor did he shriek back; perhaps you weren't close enough for it to have effect, or perhaps you were mistaken in your initial assessment. So you decided to ask.
<span class="mu-i"> "Who, or rather what, are you?" </span> The words shot through the room like an arrow shrieking through the air. He took a step forward, and you saw for the first time his face, the pale skin, gaunt features, and piercing, hungry crimson eyes that seemed to see right through you.
<span class="mu-i"> "I am a weary traveller, a disgraced noble seeking a new home, an exile from a land that no longer welcomes me," </span> he replied, his voice low but smooth.
<span class="mu-i"> "Yes, we gathered you were something like that, what with the manservant and your affection of speech. You still haven't answered his question." </span> One of the other knights cleared his throat, eyeing the stranger warily.
<span class="mu-i"> "You're a vampire, are you not?" </span> One of the other squires. You thought it was Pritzen, suddenly stated.
The stranger suddenly seemed to relax, his shoulders dropping slightly as he chuckled softly. <span class="mu-i"> "And what if I am?" </span> He said, revealing sharp canines that glinted in the dim torchlight.
You found yourself closing ranks, instinctively moving closer to the other knights for protection. He made no move; instead, he spoke once more. <span class="mu-i"> "Come now, gentlemen. I am here in exile, not to conquer; it's a long way from my home." </span>
>And what did you do to earn exile?
>Your kind isn't welcome here, you only bring misery and death
>Enough creature, die
>Write-in
