Ramona
Lucien remained silent as she reminded him the never-ending path of ambition they had set off on. His black hair shook up and down from the wiggle of his mount. He frowned and turned his face away. The grimaces shifted on his face, yet nonetheless he didn't interrupt. Once she finished her speech, he raised his chin albeit his gaze not matching hers. Instead his demonic eyes were set on the radiant horizon, the one that caused him such pain to observe. *"My current lifestyle helps me cope. It is true, I'd prefer living a life with you, but that is if I was able to. You're right, Ik, but also wrong. It isn't only sometimes. **Never.** I'm never in the right mind anymore. For who treads onward towards the void and towards their own demise for the sake of vengeance? I imposed this necessity on myself, although a part of me knows all too well there comes nothing good of revenge. Nonetheless, I continue forward."* He turned to face the oni.

*"Only a man who has lost his sanity can do that. I might be many things, but oblivious to the truth is not one of them. I play by the rules of this world, and this world is against what I am like. And so I lose myself every day as I become a clearer figure of what I have to be. I'm already unable to love properly as a result, let alone for the future. I'm afraid by the end of this... You won't even recognize me. But it is the only way I can pursue my goals and be strong enough to protect you, Kojima and whoever else joins us. I'm well aware you can stand up for yourself, but I'm not so sure about the rest."* He stopped and looked down at Roy. His hand ran through the mane of the horse. The vampire sighed. *"I'm afraid I'll never be able to do more than satisfy my lust as a temporary escape."*

Again, he allowed the enchanting melody the birds sang to ease the tension. After a few moments, he continued.

*"Alright. I'll do my best to inform you about the skeleton of my plans. I can't guarantee I won't go off on my own sometimes, but I'll be more open to your advice as well."* His stern expression broke into a smile. *"But now, we'll put revenge and nations behind for a while. We're going on our own hiatus, just for the two of us and my family. Who knows, if they like you too much they might force me to wed you despite all I said."* Lucien raised his hand and pinched her cheek with a grin.
The two carried onwards towards the Irtutian League...
Bethel
It was a dark and windy night. The trees tussled and the leaves rustled, and the moon did not shine through the clouds. If one did not look up they would see nothing, and even looking up they wouldn't see much besides a small bright spot where the moon should be. To those with a nose for weather, it smelled like rain.

The Drama felt the wind play with his suit, and listened as the trees sang him a song. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, and let the world around him fall away. He thought back to why he came here. It was on his mind the entire way, but he didn't mind repeating it in his head again. He was on a trip to the winery one day to pick up a bottle of the world's finest Silnarian wine, as he had run out a few days prior, when he overheard a conversation. It was between the merchant who imported the wine and various other goods to Salvania and one of his other customers. Not many details were important to him, the conversation was about the actions of the vampiric cults (He hated them all; *Dreary, angsty fellows...* He thought), but one stood out to him. A family of monster hunters lived a day's walk away. 

How splendid.

Monster hunters were a group that the Drama didn't have much experience with. He had never really fought one, nor had he even so much as spoke to one. Now, though, he had the perfect chance to observe this interesting specimen. He chuckled to himself softly, and opened his eyes to the dark sky. He himself could see, of course, as he had a crude form of night vision. He used this to navigate through the forest to the cottage he was in search of and peak on the folks inside. 

When he looked in, he saw...
Judith
*There was a Kitsune laying on a bed inside. It was a nice bed, at least, it was compared to most. Likely stuffed with feathers. His hair lay strewn across the sheets, its raven-like sheen shining in the small amount of moonlight that came in threw the window. His body was bathed in sweat, despite the cold temperature outside, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. He faced away from the window, but his twitching ears signaled that he was likely awake. There was a nasty looking scar on his left shoulder blade, and it looked as if something had come out through it from the other side...*
Bethel
If the Drama wasn't trying to be quiet he would chuckle. He soaked in every beautiful detail of the scene. Truly, it was fascinating. He thought to himself, what could one possibly be doing up this late at night? Was he worried of monsters? Was he kept awake by the unkindly weather? Questions and possible answers raced through the Drama's head as the sight of this new, never-before-seen beast filled his eyes. He began to wander, too: Where was his family? Wasn't this supposed to be a group of hunters? He looked around but, alas, he saw nothing. Was he awake to await their return? Or...

Was his gossip untrustworthy?

After all, this cabin would be a rather tight fit for a whole band of monster hunters... Even more strange. He decided that the only answers to his questions lay in front of him, and the only way to get them was to patiently wait and observe. He smiled and held back a chuckle as he continued to silently view Ishikawa's daily, or, rather, nightly life.