Debbie
*Manon turned her attention to the dwarf, Although she wasn't too excited to this sudden encounter she still brought a smile. This was the first time in a long time that she had met a dwarf before. She remember reading about them in her school books as a young girl, usually the most gifted at creating items if she recalled correctly. There was something off about the dwarf though. She couldn't exactly place her finger until she saw the teeth.* 

"Good afternoon."

*She said slowly, her gaze turning to find where Terrel had gone. Truth be told, she half contemplated yelling at him on the spot for bringing her to meet another vampire. It was obvious that the smile was becoming less genuine as she thought about what this vampire probably has done to others. Attacked, killed?? For some reason Terrel decided to bring her here for an introduction. Surprises never seemed to be good.*

"I guess I am to meet you. I wasn't exactly prepared to meet another person, let alone another vampire" 

*She lowered her tone when speaking about their unique disposition. She wouldn't want them to get chased out if word had gotten out.*
Alexander
*Oblivious to Manon's less than favourable thoughts and speculations about all the horrible things M'ra must have done as a vampire, the dwarf's smile just kept it's radiant and cheerful tone as she sat herself more comfortably and less... On her knees. Her hair was pulled over one ear, tugged behind, and to her side was a large bag, clearly one made for travelling.*

"Nice t' meetcha too! Ain't often I meet another one. Though it's a shame I ain't found someone like me yet."

Her head bobbed ever so slightly from side to side as she turned to Terrel and whisper-shouted.* "Hey, Terrel, would you mind getting me a drink? Whatever's fine, I'll pay for it." *Contrary to some misconceptions, a vampire still had their moooooortal pleasures to enjoy, and as is the nature with a dwarf born of a man who, by all accounts, was the ideal Kejomujian acolyte, M'ra had an appetite for drinks and celebration.*

*She tapped her fingers on the table. How many stories did Manon have to tell her? How many could M'ra share with her? The hook of a vampire who was bad at being a vampire appealed to her as a very clumsy description. The look of tension on Manon's person conveyed the discomfort she seemed to have perfectly clearly, one which M'ra found nothing but intriguing.* 

"Introductions are due, mm? My name's M'ralind Varangr, daughter of Tubrock and Majil! Met Terrel a while back in Ulnoor, used to have a shop there. I write stories!" *Cheerfully, she picked up the notebook and gave its leather cover a few hearty smacks as she set it back down. There was really no indication of any malevolent behaviour. To Manon, however, that might just be indicative of the cunning of these creatures.* "I'd like t' know you better!"
Frances
*Get her a drink? Part of Terrel suspected that she was just trying to get rid of him for the two to talk. That or he had suddenly just become an errand boy. He supposed they can have their talk about whatever vampiric things they wanted to, though he doubted Manon would have liked it too much knowing her hatred of that side. His gaze would shift over to her as she looked to him. Nothing more than the usual blank stare of his mask would indicate much. She was a vampire, eventually Manon would have to learn that there were others, some of which aren't always monsters and she tended perceive vampires as or maybe herself more so. She was hard to read at times.

With M'ra pulling out a notebook, seemingly about to write stuff down of what he could assume to be their future conversation, Terrel would say:*"Alright. I'll be back..."*The Elf didn't have much reason to return any sooner than needed. Sure, Manon would probably hate him for it for some reason, but he found himself looking for ways to make better use of his time.

He was sure word of whatever they talked about would come back to him someday, whether that was from yelling it or casually saying it. The former seemed more likely. Heading away from the pair, Terrel would make his way to the bar, deciding to just get water for the group. More so for himself, but after the recent events with Manon, it was probably better that she just had water too, a third just being another addition to it. He'd silently watch the pair from where he stood out of earshot. Well, out of earshot for anyone speaking at a normal tempo.*
Debbie
"My name is Manon. Not to be rude but is there a reason behind this meeting? The last person Terrel went to visit I wasn't really allowed to join. So being allowed to meet you makes me think of a ulterior motive." 

*Manon placed her hands on her lap as she watched M'ra. Her gaze shifting from Terrel leaving for the bar and then to the notebook that the dwarf tapped. She assumed the leather book was filled with stories she had written, none of which Manon felt the urge to listen to. With her unchecked fire magic and most of her clothing being too dirty to even wear currently, Manon had more pressing concerns on her mind.* 

"You what to.. What?"

*This started to feel like a play-date that was created by Terrel. Again she looked over her shoulder towards Terrel, her brows scrunched together as she had more questions than answers it seemed. She never placed much thought about how she felt about other vampires, giving she has never met one before. She was slowly realizing she didn't much care for other vampires, especially since they're the sole reason why her life has been complicated so far.*
Alexander
*An ulterior motive, huh? M'ra's mind flashed with ideas of playfully assuming the role of an evil, secretive mastermind, out with a mysterious plan to rule the province! However, the woman in front of her could take it too literally. She didn't look like she was in the mood to joke about either, despite how much M'ra would have liked to do so. Regardless, she wasn't here to joke about... Well, not for the most part.*

"I met Terrel in Ulnoor. I ran a shop there, and it was a nice coincidence t' meet him here as well!" *M'ra had turned her body to the side while continuing to face the vampiress in front of her with a more gentle expression than before. Her hands scurried through her bag as she began to take out from it a few flasks, and some crude looking equipment. She saw the look of scrutiny that Manon held, her breath pausing for a moment before she spoke.* "...He told me you drunk synthetic blood and it 'didn't stay down'. I-I sold flasks in my shop, so he thought he'd ask me for some help, and since I've been working out the method to produce my own, I agreed."

*Her words had a lot less flourish than before as she indicated the tools in front of her. They were rather simple, lightweight even, they had to be carried in her bag along with a lot of other things after all. M'ralind still smiled, her cheeks much softer now as she looked up to the elf in front of her with a soft meekness to her.*
Frances
*Terrel would take a seat at the bar, the waters being brought out soon after. He'd consider bringing them back at first, though looking back at the two talking to one another, he'd decide to take his time for now. Grabbing his own glass, he'd take a nice sip from it before soon relaxing in his seat.

With him staying at the bar, a waiter would come by and ask if he'd want anything else, to which he decided to get a small cup of fruit, mostly for his Furrow that so often sat hidden in his hair. Few know of him, though in him having time now, the Elf would wait for the waiter to leave once more before reaching into his hair and tugging the small bird out of it. Tzu would let out an angry chitter in being removed from his resting place to which, Terrel would simply place him on his shoulder for the time being while he waited for the food to come back before he could return to the others.*
Debbie
*Manon looked between M'ra and Terrel a couple of times, alternating from the another before slowly coming to her own thoughts about the situation. First she wasn't exactly thrilled to learn that Terrel is telling strangers about her. For all the times she spends trying not to stand out and draw attention for him to just tell people anyways was unsettling. She'd have to have a conversation with him about it later.*

"What else has he said about me to you?"

*She removed her hands from her lap and placed them on top of the table. Hunching forward to hear what she had been told so far. The smile she wore was gone unfortunately, mainly due to the fact she didn't have any time to mentally prepare herself to face a vampire. As she waited for the dwarf to speak, she flipped her left hand over so her palm faced upwards.*

"May I see one of these flasks, also am I some test subject now?"
Alexander
*M'ralind wasn't quite sure whether to give the last fact that Terrel had told her about Manon or not. On the one hand, how harmful could it be? It was the last thing as well, and it was better to at least come clean and not have her distrust her right off the get-go. But on the other, should she really dump more dirt on Terrel? 

Ah, whatever. She looked to Terrel as he sat at the bar, not bringing their waters back like she had already expected him to do. If he wasn't here, he couldn't complain about what she said.* "He didn't say that much, actually. He's a good friend, as much as ya might like t' disagree with that sharp look o' yers." *Her tone went a little softer as she took one of the vials, passing it over to Manon promptly and starting to pack up the tools. Really, they were just to show that she was serious about what she was saying, so they had proved their purpose already to M'ra.* "Ah, I warn ya though, I only started practicing a few months ago. I can make somethin' edible, it'll work as synthetic, but it ain't gonna taste very nice." 

*The flask was made of well enough made glass - it seemed like the dwarf in front of Manon, despite being a vampire, still held true to their lineage with her skills in craftsmanship. The covering had the mark of her shop, after all, proving that it was indeed her own make. Inside was a deep red liquid, though it's colour looked quite different from actual blood. A little shinier, a little less thick.*
Frances
*As the cup of fruit would soon brought out, Terrel would take one of the berries from it and pop it into his mouth, soon giving one to his Furrow for the small bird to snack on. Leading up to now, he hadn't really been paying attention to the two, figuring they wanted to converse to themselves for a while. He'd turn to look back over to them, watching M'ra hand off what could have been one of the blood vials she had. His Furrow would soon chirp at him, breaking his attention away as he'd give him another berry.*"Alright, alright."

*Grabbing the two remaining cups of water, the Elf would get up from his seat and begin heading back over to them. It took much longer with having to make sure they didn't spill over, but soon enough, he'd make his way back and place the two cups on the table for them.*"Furrow was hungry, decided to get him a treat while I was over there."*The Elf would say as if to defend his absence before he'd take a seat nearby. Now being able to relax back a bit, he'd take the time to hand feed Tzu so the two could continue their conversation, seemingly not very invested in what they were talking about as much as watching his bird eat at the berries in his hand.*