The vampire tilts his head to look at the young vampire before looking at the hobbit. His hypnotizing stare has the hobbit doing his biddings already by making a glass of blood from a dead boar in the kitchen. Something a hobbit never thought would do, yet has no control at the moment otherwise.

Samwise then serves the wine glass of blood and returns back to the bar shaking his head. He is confused and takes a seat.

The vampire sips on the blood and lets a small droplet fall off his chin on purpose. He then stares out the window on this rainy day.

*eyes Dracula as she takes a seat very close to Blaide*

You know who that is? *she whispers*

*the blood from his glass fills the air an floods her nose, she licks her lips*

**Wolves howl on this stormy day followed by a thunder**

*jumps at the thunder. She slows walks over to Dracula*

Sir.. um, where you following me in the forest outside of town?

"I have killed the one who follows you. We are to watch out for our own and especially for all my young children of the night," he says in a heavy accent.

* a small smile crosses her lips*

Thank you, if I may ask. What was following me?

Mirror looks out from under the table he is hiding under and listens intently to what Dracula has to say

"But just another living being who despises our race, he is now food for the werewolves who are the eyes and ears of our race. That is the reason they howl tonight in this wonderful day of thunder and lightning," the vampire answers.

He sips on the glass of blood then slides the glass to the young vampire.

**lightning and thunder continue on the rainy day with occassional howling of wolves**

The werewolves are our friends? I did not know this... I have much to learn from you.

*she takes a sip from the glass*

Mirror reaches up onto his table and grabs his elven wine and chugs the whole thing down

"Yes werewolves have been one of my latest inventions amongst Frankenstein. Well in those days we had scientists who created such great beasts of the time. I cannot take all the credit, yet now they serve me. There was once a werewolf who hated me and had all the werewolves attack our kind. It was a long battle that took many centuries. When I killed the leader the werwolves pledged allegiance and vowed never to betray our kind. It is now that they serve us, but only the strongest. You will one day be strong if you are wise.

When your opponent is weaker "mentally" then fight only through mental prowess and if your enemy is weaker "physically" then only fight with physical. Study your enemy and use your abilities that the dark Goddess of Rakesheer bestowed on us. The ability to hypnotize, devour, and kill your opponent. Use your savvy language of charms to influence any male to do your bidding," the vampire says.

Blaide notices the newcomer, and considers him no true threat.

*smiles*

I will have to work on that last part.

I was in a fight yesterday, I was almost killed I had to fall back. I don't know where I went wrong. *she says hanging her head low*

Fighting is not all physical. It takes practice, and years of training. And the heart to shed blood if need be. Also realize that you could be hurt or killed. That is the first thing Draven taught me.

MirrorMirror avoids fights

The vampire looks at the minotaur and pays no mind. He knows that minotaurs are short tempered and stubborn. He has slain a few that crossed his path. If provoked he shall die.

He then looks at the young vampire.

"Grab my hand and I shall see where you went wrong. I shall see how you handled the battle,he says in a heavy accent.

Considering the look that the newcomer just gave him, Blaide puts his hand on the hammer, and looks back with no fear.

*takes Dracula's hand an closes her eyes*

Elayra stolls into the tavern and scans the patrons. Her eyes rest briefly on the two vampires. She turns in search of the hobbit and a glass of elvin wine.