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"Hmm, so you're the one who caused that commotion? Tell me how." Rose said as she leaned closer, honestly curious as to how he could kill two-hundred wolves without any assistance.

On the other side of Rose, Lazarus continued to sip his drink slowly, completely bored with the newcomer. He gave a wary glance at Rose before returning to his drink. "How fickle..."

"What do you mean, 'more involved' then most women?" He asked intrigued. He then saw her look at the clock. "Is there somewhere you need to go?" He asked politely, far more politely then most people who had just came out of a large battle would be.

He took another sip, and wiped a small drop of sweat from his brow, and decided to lower his hood, and open his cloak. his body seemed charred and scarred, each seemed to be shouting a brutal story to whoever would listen. Even amongst all these scars and burns, his skin looked rather smooth and soft.

"'Tis not a problem, my liege." He said, the same bored look on his face. "After all, you are a queen. You must have more important things to do than hang around a bar all night." A sly grin crept across his face as he took another drink, the alcohol starting to take effect.

Ghoden looked at Lazarus with a intrigued eye. "So that's why you look familiar..." He said looking back to rose. "Would you like someone to escort you? Surely there are people who wish to harm such an important being as yourself." He said, overhearing the conversation of the men near the back of the bar. "Excuse me a second." He said politely as he stood, closing his cloak and putting up the hood.

He walked over to the crowd and then snatched the wanted poster from one of their hands, and examined it carefully, and handed it back. Without a word, he walked back to her and held his hand out like a gentleman. "Shall we?" He said in his usual lazy voice.

"A feral man?" Repeated Lazarus as he followed Rose out of the club. He had only been paying marginal attention to the conversation between her and Ghoden, so the current situation was somewhat lost on him.

Ghoden began to walk with her. "So you've met this man have you?" He asked rather intrigued. "How long ago?" He began nto try and pry for information like he normally did when he was hunting.

Tomha was starting to loose it now. "By Odin's eye I need a drink! Been sober for....I don't remember!" He told himself, He had a filthy cloak so he thought carefully. "I have to take the risk...I need a drink, and something good to eat. I rather hack my own head off then to go another week without some Rum and some tender meat!" He shouted. He decided to look through bags he stolen from traveling merchants and whoever tried getting near him and covered his body in rags and a cloak to try and his his arm. He seemed normal but near impossible to tell by looks if he was a vampire or human, only his eyes were exposed and he had a hood up as he made his way to the vampire town. He found it awhile ago but figured it was too risky.