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((Tiefling=humanoid who has demonic heritage at least one generation removed.))

"My father and great grandfather were demons, my mother was little more than a drow tiefling. I am a drow cambion, and a vampire. Vaska will fight on your behalf, because to run is to die." Eilov rose from his bow and leveled his gaze at her, "If you find this all a bit hard to stomach, I suggest you avoid every other resident of this fair town, they are often times more odd than I." Eilov whipped around as a lycan bounded out of the shadows, "Istail." The demonic shortsword flew from his grasp with its tail stretching and, with unerring direction, sliced into the werewolves throat. Vincent lifted his hand and the tail retracted, leaving the shortsword in his grasp once more. "Were we not under siege I would gladly escort you back to your residence, but circumstances do not permit such actions, perhaps later." Eilov flicked some sulfur gum at the still writhing corpse and it ignited in a burst of blue flames. "Ah yes, where are my manners. It is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Oleander, my full name is Eilov Belshev Rukanyyr, son of Citra and Cordaigos, and great grandson of Esveria, Master of a Thousand Swords."

Eilov smiled and then rifled through his cloaks until he found a slip of paper and tossed it above Layla. "Protection talisman, should deflect most of the attacks the lycans will use." Eilov turned sharply, took three steps and lobbed a bit of sulfur gum into a bush nearby. After barking a harsh word in a forgotten tongue the gum erupted into a ball of flames, incinerating a lycan that had been hiding. "On second thought, you can just travel with me. We will be taking the route on the skirts of the town proper. Resistance should decrease, though the actual amount is a variable." Eilov turned and began to walk slowly towards the edge of town, "Coming Layla?"