Kerowyn sat at his favorite table in the Wilarin; a small round table in the corner of the room, right next aside the fireplace. He tried as best he could to dissapear, using his black cloak to attempt to cover his face. So many of Kerowyn's nights were spent like this as of late, but Kerowyn had no time to think of that. After all, that was why he came here, to drown all of his worries in the hardest liquor he could afford. Tonights drink of choice was straight vodka, though the taste was strong, it was the only thing he could hope to overpower the taste of the blood that had, but a few hours ago, wet his throught.
Kerowyn had not killed the boy by choice, for he was but of 14 years of age and Kerowyn did have a concience. Damn, Kerowyn thought, these thoughts should not be occuring. Perhaps he just needed another vodka. Even after ordering another shot or even two, the visons of the young man's life being stolen through a bite, Kerowyn's bite, could not be shaken. This was the last time he would let his thirst go for so long, Kerowyn said to himself, fully realizing that this was, by no means, the first time he had made such a promise. Maybe another voda would do the trick...
Will was sitting in the back of the Wilwarin Inn, sipping a mug of ale; the cowl on his cloak masking his face from the eyes that wandered the room. The shadows surrounded growing ever so closer as the dim light of a nearby candle disapated. He had been examining the many normal patrons as they went about their bussiness, not noticing that will was there.
Will's tended to stay hidden within the shadows as was his motto. From his standpoint he could see everything that would go on in this very room and yet not be discovered by any other being in this room. He thought to himself as he let out a gruff sigh.
His grizzly beared portraited that of an older wiser man but in fact Will only in his mid-twenties. He thought that the beard would be a wise touch towards his authority.
He noticed that a man was sitting at a table nearby the pub fireplace, if he hadn't been so entertained with his thoughts he would have suspected something from this stranger. The man appeared to be a normal patron but apparently was drinking vodka plain which was a sign of trouble.
Will precariously stood up from his seat and wandered over to the man's table. He sat down and looked towards the man, Something troubling you my good friend. He said with a warm affectionate tone. He looked at the man one more time then to the fireplace, Tis' time to give the fire a stoke wouldn't you think. Will stood up and grabbed another piece of freshly chopped firewood, then throwing it into the fireplace he smiled as it lit ablaze and sparks flew from beneath the glowing white charcole. He sat back down and waited for the man's reply.