I'm perched in a tall tree, gazing below with disinterest beyond hoping to find my next human bloodbag. Not that I'll let them live when I'm done with them. The night is quiet beyond the occasional sounds of night creatures in the woods and humans in Targoviste. All is dark and cold, except for a few lit torches in the distance. I close my eyes and smell the air until a particular scent flows through my senses. I open my eyes and smirk to myself. Let's see if they're worthy.
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