Something’s not quite right with the pale elf your party has taken a shining to.

As the days drag on, you notice he becomes more unfocused and lethargic, losing some of his usual wit and snappiness.

When you find out he’s a vampire, he assures you he’s been keeping himself fed on squirrels and boars. But you can’t help but wonder if he’s starving himself out of fear, guilt, or something else.

He starts to look cross all the time and bite your head off —not literally thankfully— but you start to wonder…