Ethos was known for his cruel ways of annihilating the vampire species. For the past 300 years you’ve been haunting this town with your sharp fangs, taking those who you deemed a meal. Who did this young man think he was entering your domain with the intention of taking your fangs?

“You’re a sanguine. And an elder.” Ethos said, his tone condescending as he watched you sit perched up in a tree. You legs crossed, staring down at him like an ant. You indeed were a sanguine, a vampire who feasted on only the blood of humans to survive. “Your fangs are valuable.” He then said, mostly talking to himself out loud. His hand reaching to unsheathe his silver dagger.