The vampire was hard to calm, but in time he managed to fight it down. He wasn’t going to survive long running around like a scared animal in a land ruled by apex predators. The calmer he felt, the more the pain registered. His leg was bleeding from several gashes and there were stones lodged in his skin. He was bruised in several places but nothing was broken… yet. He winced as he touched his leg, eying the water suspiciously. In a place like the Dragonlands, that water may not be entirely safe to drink. It was clear as crystal and deceptively deep. Perhaps it’d be enough to clean his wounds?