Regina
The day had been dreary and overcast, and a lady elf was wondering the streets of Gerong. The servant of a family of Silnarian nobles, she was ordered to scout out the area around Gerong and find someone capable of eliminating their runaway son. Lenore had visited a couple places, mostly bars, looking for mercenaries or trackers. Three days ago, she visited a little hole-in-the-wall pottery shop, thinking she might find something. She heard the best people were often in odd places, perhaps this place might be odd enough. Little did she know, she had met a person who already had ample opportunity to eliminate her target, but had rather befriended him.
Luis
"Hello, miss." The Drama said with a smile in his voice. In reality, his face was inquisitive. Already, he knew he was looking at a steppe elf. However, the individual went to a ridiculous extent to hide that fact. *Why?* He asked himself. Lenore nodded at him.
"Hello, uh... Sir? Hey, do you know of anyone who can, say, *Get rid* Of someone, if you get what I'm saying." She said with an aura of misplaced confidence. The Drama was mildly appalled. Lenore was a *Terrible* Actress.
"I'm sorry, miss, I can't say I know of anyone like that..." He lied, "If you wish to b-"
"None of that." Lenore interrupted. The Drama's eye twitched and he hummed quietly.
"I didn't come here to buy some stupid ceramic, I came to buy help." She furrowed her brow at him and leaned forwards over the counter. The Drama didn't move, he only looked down at her.
"Then leave." He spoke concisely. Lenore scoffed, turned around, and left with angry vigor. The Drama sighed and began closing up shop. He decided that he *Had* To find out what she was up to.

After a few days of intense stalking, the Drama decided he had found his next meal. He decided that he truly hated Lenore. He came to the conclusion that she was a leech on society, and that the leech had to be cut off... But he would ensure she had some use at the end of her life. He chuckled to himself as he thought this, stalking behind the woman. He actually intended for her to see him, unlike his previous encounters. He knew that, this time, she would be scared of him, and would try to run away. As she caught glimpses of him, his mask seemed to shift and warp in impossible ways. She began to walk more briskly. As the city became outskirts, she sped up some more. No matter how fast she walked, though, the Drama was always too close to her for her to be comfortable.
Lenore decided to lose the Drama, she would take a turn and hide in an alley before he could see her, and thus was the end of Lenore.

The Drama's fluid tentacles retracted into his back, leaving a slightly black, perfectly circular mark on the back of his clothing. He gently removed his gloves and stuffed them in his breast pocket. Then, he grabbed his mask, and pulled it up over his head. He set it on the ground next to him, and bit into Lenore's neck, starting his meal
Pearl
Amos had traveled, shortly after parting from Adrian, as if half aware that something was wrong. Despite his resistance to the indoors, he began spending more time in them to rest. However little rest that brought him, his memories far too active inside of an enclosed space to give him that rest and slowing him down. 

That lag was what had allowed Lenore to get ahead of the 'runaway son', and after her encounter with The Drama? Well, she tried other methods. Tried to seek out guards that could get the job done with some thin story of a man who was stalking her, unaware of just how true that would become. Looked for thugs who may take a bit of coin. Her last stop had been with mercenaries, and the story she sold them was of an escaped slave she needed to be recaptured ("*He's very valuable!*"), but in the end her coin wasn't as impressive as she thought and she was turned away. 

She was not as good a liar as she thought, and certainly not persuasive either.

Amos for his own part had gotten to the outskirts of the city. He had a book tucked into a thin bag useful only for carrying absolute necessities, and little else. He was tired too, sleeping indoors had begun to play a merry hell upon his dreams. It made it difficult for him to think clearly and he knew he had to at least sleep *Soundly* Before he continued onward. And well, if an alley is fit for a vagrant, it ought to be for him as well. 

So he was there, at the outskirts of Gerong, seeking a place to rest where the refuse and unwanted kept themselves when he heard a cry. He was not a brave man, or did not consider himself as such, but neither did he feel that he was in immediate danger. He healed better than most. He also carried his weapons within himself. By the time he approached the alley, the sounds had gone quiet and his fingers ached something terrible as the things they had replaced his nails with slid out. He got to the mouth of the alley and stopped.

He thought he may recognize the mask, sitting on top of the hair. The coat as well. But he could not comprehend, for the life of him, what was happening. He thought a moment maybe he found someone in an intimate moment, but he could *Hear* The light crack of skin breaking and could see the drips of blood on the ground. He wasn't aware he was standing stock still, thinking maybe he was having another bad dream.
Luis
The Drama heard Amos coming, but only when it was too late. He pulled his teeth from Lenore's neck to look up to Amos. This was a rare sight for him, another person witnessing him feeding... It was an exciting sight, to say the least, but what made it even more exciting is that this was the first time someone who had previously met him as the Drama was witnessing him feeding. Something inside of him was unsettled by that, but the Drama ignored that feeling. Rather, he focused on his curiosity.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon." He said to break the silence. His voice was calm, completely contrasting with the scene before Amos. Adrian's face was clear and almost perfect, if you ignore the sharp canine teeth and mouth covered in blood. It was clear he took good care of himself.
Pearl
Head lifted, there wasn't a doubt what had been happening. John's face, covered by the mask he'd worn the entire time they had spoken, was quite lovely. The almost half mask of blood across his lips and mouth looked startlingly out of place and only added to the unreality of the situation. It wasn't an unusual feeling; He'd felt the odd sense of displacement plenty of times before in his life, as though he'd become an observer rather than an actor in his own world.

But something about seeing John like that was unnerving to him. 

His eyes shifted to the woman, and he recognized her after a few beats; Lenore, an easily offended servant his sister preferred. "Oh she will be *Livid* About this..." He said to himself in a near whisper when John spoke. It startled him, and he realized his fingertips were edged with long, sharpened claws at full length in anticipation of some kind of conflict.

"I wasn't sure I would see you again here to be honest, but I suppose I've a habit of being a nuisance," He said, following the odd calm of John's voice with his own casual tone. It did not match his mental state, or emotions, but burying those things was normal. "I see you've met Lenore."