The sun has not yet fully risen by the time Leon enters the inn. It had been a long night for the hunter, tracking a lesser vampire that was attacking peddlers on the roads. Leon sits at a table, exhausted, deciding to purchase a light meal before he retires to his room.

As Leon waits, he drums his fingers on the wood, lost in thought. The vampire he had slain had no connection to Mathias, his true quarry. He had chased him all the way here to this foreign land. Occasionally there were whispers of a man of his description going by the name Dracula, but no one knows his exact location.

His hand balls into a fist.

Mathias can't hide forever. Whether by his hand or his descendants, Mathias will - no- must die for what he has done. Not just Mathias, but all creatures of the night will pay for humanity's suffering. For Sara's suffering.

He subtly brushes his fingers against the pommel of Vampire Killer. He can feel the whip's rage. Something is near. Leon looks over the patrons. All seem normal, but Leon knows better. Someone here isn't human. The question is how to discreetly find out which and eliminate it. Leon would rather not draw attention to himself.

Leon's gaze falls on the innkeeper.