Feng, the streets of Bruma, afternoon.
Feng was about to give up on her search, growing increasingly uncomfortable in the presence of high elf mages. She stayed quiet as soon as she saw one, hid in the alleys and kept searching. Her shouts eventually brought a weak answer, a few alleys to her left. “Ali!” she called back at the weak voice; weak, but easily within the hearing of a trained hunter. She followed the sounds, dodging human waste and discarded junk that stood between her and Ali.
If Feng had been just another passer-by, she would’ve thought the man lying in the snow of the secluded alley was a fewer-sick, skooma-deprived alcoholic that hadn’t seen a day of sunlight in years. But she wasn’t just anyone, and neither was Ali. Ali had the greatest burden of them all, beyond the problems of skooma and booze: Vampirism.
Feng gave a quick look around the alley. No pulsing lives were near. She kneeled down next to Ali, part puzzlement, part something strange.
“Are you alright? You look…” she paused, not sure how to finish. You look pale wasn’t going to cut it, for that explained nothing at all. “… Exhausted.” yes, exhausted would do. Feng noticed Ali had succeeded in his mission, new clothes wet from snow around him. Had he stayed in the sun for too long? Feng was beginning to feel a steady headache again, despite the ever growing shadows of the late afternoon.
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