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Kyslith stopped in her tracks when she came upon the graves. From the smell of it she thought it might have been an abandoned corpse or at worst a shallow grave or two. She now looked over a very many well dug graves. They must have all died recently from the smell f it.

"GAAAHHHH!", Kyslith screamed in frustration. She fell to her knees in exaustion, the belts she wore loosening as they bounced with the impact. She wouldn't even attempt to dig up the bodies, she'd tried before and found it impossible to dig though six feet of soil with her hands. She was very weak as it was, she didn't need the futile strain of trying to uproot one of the bodies.

She coughed up more blood, and her head had begun to swim as her vision blurred and refocused. Kyslith stumbled off toward the temple. She had to find food. She retched up more blood, lost her footing, and fell.

Slowly, she picked herself up, wiping the blood from her mouth and chin, and pressed on, her legs wobbling with each step.

The world was a dance of blurs and focuses, spinning one way, then another the next. The dark soil beckoned to Kyslith's face as she stumbled back toward the party. Sure, they might kill her if they realized what she was, but she would die anyway if she was to leave in her current state. Better to die quickly on the weapons of a killer than to be chewed at by the buzzards and wild dogs. She meant no harm, she never did. That rarely stopped the mobs from breaking out the pitchforks and torches, though. Maybe this time would be different. "heh...", Kyslith uttered a short laugh, and smirked at the though. Right, and maybe it would rain frogs.

*Everyone in Griffin’s party would seem to relax, except of course for Griffin himself.* Thank you for your understanding. *Griffin mutters slightly off to the side. Kaiori would internally sigh but smile outwardly.* I like what you’ve done with this place, I barely recognize it. *To her this wasn’t a lie, she barely felt the terror this place normally radiated and her memories seemed more fogged than usual.*

"Thank you for your kind words." This was a response to Kaiori and her feelings. Nodding next to Griffin, The Count would make another reply. "Of course." Having said hello to Griffin and his party, The Count would look over towards the rest of the guests. They too needed his attention, so he would excuse himself now. "Again, it was a pleasure. I hope to speak with you again soon. For now I shall take my leave to speak with the people." The Count was of course referring to the other guests.

Elsewhere at the doors, the doorsmen seemed dumbfounded. The woman who had been skulking about earlier had now come to the door asking for food. "Dead" food. That could be taken more than one way however. Would she accept something that was butchered and cooked, or did she just want it raw? Did she want something freshly killed, or-- a little older? "E--excuse me?" One of the doors men would respond while the other looked the goulish woman over. Hopefully she'd realize they needed something more specific before they could offer any sustinance to her, or turn her away.

Kyslith squinted in confusion,her head cocked slightly to the side. "Eh-scuse...me?". She pointed at the doorman when she said "me". She thought she understood him. From the sounds of the party inside, the language spoken seemed common enough. However, she didn't understand the phrase (not many people are polite to a ghoul). She was also quite stunned that they seemed to be willing to help, though they did seem a bit shocked. She tried once more to explain, as she fell to the ground yet again. "Eh-scuze...me". Kyslith pointed at herself this time. "Dead Food...". She stopped as though trying to remember a word. "...Rot?" . She looked up at the doorman questioningly.

-Although a half rotten corpse of a humanoid would offer her the best sustenance, even a slightly aged animal would suffice. In a pinch, even garbage would do. The metabolism of a ghoul only allowed for decomposing meat to be ingested. To consume otherwise would make her sick and might even prove fatal.-

Standing off by himself the Overseer begins to rub his temples, mumbling to himself as he sniffles a bit. He is obviously growing agitated about something, and seems to be developing a headache. One might assume it is caused either by a foul smell or the powder he took in through the nose, or perhaps a combination thereof. He was about ready to deal with the ghoul himself, though in what capacity was unclear given the fact that the training near the beginning of his life dealt mainly with the destruction of such creatures.

The two doormen looked at the woman continuing to be dumbfounded. They had never seen a ghoul before, and thought the lady might be on some sort of drugs. She wanted rotting food? The best they could probably do, would be fat drippings or small disguarded pieces of fish bones and fruit peels. But, if that was what she wanted, then they might as well give it to her? It would save them the trouble to disposing of it later, so they thought. One doorsmen would whisper to the other before disappearing back inside. The remaining man would attempt to converse with the ghoul. "Oh-- well nothing really. Uh, we will give you something, just hold on miss. It will only take a minute or two. Are you sure, you really want that stuff?" The second doorsmen was back collecting up random bits to throw in a bag for the woman, and would take two or three minutes too return. The man had used an alternative route to avoid the party guests. "Here I've got it!" With trash in hand, the doorsmen would offer it to the ghoul, and wait. If that was all she wanted she had it now. The lady could exit at her whim.

The Count would continue to wander about the guests, seeing Sairys dancing away with a young man, her son. There was Thanatos, and Mastema, Twilight, and KB. Tegral and his group along with two or three others seemed to be keeping with themselves, uninterested in The Count at all. There was a lone woman looking about though, dressed in black with white hair and blue eyes. It appeared she had no one to talk too, and hadn't touched her drink at all so far. The Count would begin to gingerly wander over to the woman, bowing his head slightly to her upon their meeting. "Meine Dame. How are you this fair evening? Well I hope."

Kyslith looked up in time for a man in a red coat to crash down into her. He reeked of alchohol, but held a bag that was eminating the sweet smell of sustinance to Kyslith. " Baby?" Kyslith motioned to herself, somewhat confused. " No, I...am...Kyslith." She hissed her name as she said it. She held out a hand feebly, groping toward the bag of scraps in KB's possession. "Ple-ese, food?" she begged. She attempted to get up but found herself to weak to do so, and slumped back down where she sat in a tangle with KB. " I...can...help..yeuw.", though she couldn't think of what this man could possibly want of her. The way to his heart appeared to be through drink, however.