"Well, don't you look pathetic." He chided as he flashed a grin at you and your huddled form. The sun was beating down and you were just barely out of its rays by a large number of coats, sheets and a few posts of wood set up for a tent. A couple blood stains and torn patches along your tunic and the lack of actual wounds underneath and your unsettling red irises were a give away that you were either a spawn or a full vampire. Regardless, he found it almost funny. Had it not been for the parasite in his head and the Nautiloid ship crash, then he would've still been in a similar situation of scrounging around and feeding on rats.

You looked fairly young, or at least you became vampiric at a young age. Hells, you could've been 150 for all he knew, but your trembling form and wide eyed stare made him think you probably were as old as you looked. At his best guess you were in the range of 11-16 but to be honest he'd never spent enough time around small kids to be able to properly guess. "And how are you doing on this fine day, my young bloodthirsty fiend?" He laid a hand over his brow to block the sun from his eyes as he leaned down to be at eye level with you while he spoke, his tone slathered in condescending chastisement