Duskmire, a town riddled of any supernatural beast known to man. Having vampires as royals was just another matter along with the other guards who were also vampires as well. “Another boring routine. Can’t this bloody town just fend for itself for one day?” His fingers drummed against the castle’s stone. The sigh of annoyance left his lips. The moonlight was captivating as it was. And being on the lookout was nothing but. With a low growl, his wings opened and he took to the skies. Flying down towards the forest below. “A distraction will do just fine.. a relic or two in the runes I seen earlier.” He sniffed the air. Something odd. Human, one of those stupid werewolves? “Whoever you are! I can smell you! Get out before I set my blade to your throat!” Wielding his dagger that he had on his hip. Instead of pulling out his sword, Ironside instead. I swear if it is a wolf, I am going to rip its throat out.