Elizabeth had returned to the so-called camp. She had to check in with the guards first and waited in line to do that. She looked to be around eight or nine years old, wearing a trenchcoat under it was a long sleeve shirt, jeans, and boots. She has a wide brim hat on, primarily to help block out the sun. Her hair was jet black and she had middle eastern features. on her hips were two old-fashioned six-shooters, they looked like they belonged in either a museum or an old west movie. She was a dhampir, a half-vampire and while the sun would not kill her as it would a full vampire, it was still uncomfortable.

It was almost time for her to pay her protection fee to Dex. She had always traded in services in the past such as helping with the water supply, food, medicine, and other things of that nature. She tapped her foot as she continued to wait, she decided to adjust the backpack she was wearing. She wanted to get home now. It was then she realized what the hold-up was. They had probably gotten in more refugees. There had been rumors that Dex now worked for somebody that called themself the necromancer. She had no clue who that was at all. All she had to do was stay under the radar, and make sure she passed as human. The Vampire Council hated Dhampir and went out of the way to kill any they knew of. As long as she stayed in this camp and laid low they would not find her.