Andis, the count, looks at you with not much reaction. His pale skin almost blinds you in the moonlight as he analyzes your appearance with a scoff.

"You look quite young. How crass of your people to send you here in the place of their priest."

Andis bites into his thumb prior to reaching for your chin, smearing his blood at your lips.

"Drink from me, and you'll stay at my side instead of being food."

He commands, looking you dead in the eyes with an air of nonchalance.