Willie
*They were infact nearing the village, which to be quite honest, did not really look any different from what it looked like when they left it. I guess the only thing different was the angle they were approaching it at. As Mizu calls out to the Macen, Yuu would lazily tilt his head back abit so that he could see him whenever he had given a response. Unlike Mizu, he didn't care much for the Macen's name. There are plenty of strong beings in the world and by the time this macen -might- become one of them, Yuu would have likely forgotten his name by then. What did picque his interest slightly, and is also what caused him to look back for the response is that the Macen was also some sort of summoner.*
Shirley
To say Kohm was surprised was an understatement, but he quickly realised that it was just a passing interest, and probably wouldn't amount to much.

Who knows though, maybe they would cross paths sometime in the future? Unlikely, but the world was a smaller place than people would think. He was just glad that it wasn't the sort of attention that amounted to a lot of annoyance, as seemed to happen to a surprising amount of people these days with just the slightest amount of promise. Seems that the older one got the more long-term investments they liked to make, one way or another.

Simply, he answered "Kohm."
Cathy
*Walking back towards Lyndon, it would appear that the town was as abandoned and run down as ever. The situation had seemingly not improved in it for a moment; there was no one in sight, there were still littered corpses laying throughout the floor, and the smell of dead bodies and decaying flesh would still fill the air as you walked in. The buildings in the area looked... Relatively fine, surpsrisingly. Only a few buildings looked as if they were in the midst of being torn down and destroyed, namely the general store, the bank, and, far off in the distance on top of the hill, the abandoned lord's house.*

*The immense sensation of necrotic energy from earlier would still linger throughout the village, but it was merely there, clinging on to the last remaining clutches of its power while it could. It was like a backdrop of rain staying passive in the background, unlike the harsh, violent, oppressive nature of a wild thunderstorm. This necrotic energy was more or less docile, though you three would find that as time went on, it would begin to disperse and disappear into the cold, winter air.*

*The old man from earlier and the tall, lean man would be nowhere in sight. Most likely, they were in the village somewhere, but seeing that it was already so late, they had probably went to sleep in one of the abandoned houses. But which one...? All of the houses looked more or less in the same condition; a bit torn down here and there, but still relatively habitable. The Lord's house, on the other hand, would look beat down to the ground, the Sandun estate devolving into a shadow of it's former glory. However, you three would be able to see some light from one of the windows, so perhaps that was a valid option to investigate.*
Shirley
Shrugging, Kohm would head there, it being the obvious place to go. No words were needed in this case.
Cathy
*Kohm would follow the desolate cobblestone roads, taking notice of the lack of liveliness within the town. Although, it wouldn't really differ that much from the state it was in previously, as even before the necromancer incidents, the town itself had been affected by a lack of life due to the amount of expenses Kren Sandun had been spending not on the improvement of the town's well being, but moreso on the state of his 'prized Sandun horses.' The single, large path in the road would stretch on and on until it reached a familiar gate; a tall, towering steel gate that found itself with a lack of guards. Funnily enough, as you approached it, the gate itself would be locked and without a clear entrance or passageway through it. Surrounding the gate, there were various walls which stood nearly as tall as the former structure, various signs of conflict painfully obvious in sight splattered on the walls.*

*The walls would host a plethora of body parts and dried blood, large blots of which could be seen spread throughout the front gate. You wouldn't be able to see it, but the eastern and western sides of the walls would actually be relatively untouched, but the southern gate would be the one with the most damage. On that side, a great number of body parts, human and animal alike, would litter the area. There would be a large, broken hole within the wall on one of its weakpoints on that side, and trailing from it, there would be visible signs of animal tracks escaping down the hill the lord's mansion had sat upon, as well as a multitude of human tracks laying upon the area as well. The human tracks would lead towards the mansion, stopping once it had reached the animal pen. Most likely, a riot had erupted throughout the people in the town, triggered by the necromancer's arrival, inciting the murder of Kren Sandun.*

*The floor of the cobblestone trail would also be littered with various tools; pickaxes, axes, pitchforks, and even the charred remains of torches would be laid throughout the road. Several helmets of guards also sat scattered throughout the Northern side of the wall, where the gate was located. They looked damaged, destroyed, and overall out of shape. Some soldier-style weapons would also be in sight throughout the area; swords, spears, and even a couple of bows. They would all look damaged and dented, chipped and broken if you took the time to make out the details of the fallen arms. Nearby would be a couple of bodies as well, wearing remnants of what looks like standard issues of plate armor on their bodies. Various cracks would also be visible on the gate's brick walls, large hammers being visible nearby as well. The landscape, combined with the morbid scenery of the town, would beg the question: What had happened here?*
Shirley
"Well..." Kohm wrinkled his nose. "Talk about a mess."
Quickly it became apparent that the death of the local lord was a lot more complicated affair than thought previously. The necromancer was only the ignitor of an unfortunate series of events that led to the desolation of Lydon if the signs of riot and strife, as well as the neglect in various parts of town that couldn't have happened in a few days told anything.

After this brief moment of thought, Kohm moved on, though he now had a lot more questions he wanted answers to.
Peter
*Mizu would look at the carnage with dull interest. It wasn't anything surprising. Macens made things as quickly as they destroyed them, and the destruction of this village wasn't shocking considering the conditions she saw it in a week prior when she first came here. She would've been interested to see the whole show reach this climax, but now that it was over, there was no reason for her to keep watching. She would then follow Kohm, hoping to find someone she could take for dinner with Yuu*
Willie
*Yuu would look around. He wasn't one to admire destruction. Not one that wasn't caused by him anyway. This meant the mess all around them was of no value to him, thought it did beg the question of why didn't the villagers just move away instead of spending their whole life savings in hiring adventurers to kill the necromancer? He would shrug and follow Mizu and the Macen.*
Cathy
*Off in the distance from the lord's mansion, two cloaked figures would watch you three approach the gate. They would begin to turn to eachother, conversing shortly before the taller of the two decided to step off down the hill towards your direction. The shorter one would reach out his hand, almost as if stopping the former from leaving the estate, before putting it back to his side and following soon enough. The two, as a pair, would walk down the hill to the gates, taking off their cloaks once they had gotten within view of the three of you.*

*Once they had their cloaks off, it would be revealed that they were the old man and his tall subordinate from earlier. The younger, leaner man looked pretty beat up, with a bruise covering his eye and multiple scratches amongst the right side of his body. However, the old man looked relatively good for what he seemed to be; no significant injuries had come to show concerning his own body, though he looked quite a bit downtrodden when you looked at his eye. It would almost seem that wrinkles in his face grew deeper in the short period you were gone, digging into his famished and exhausted skin. Simply put, he looked like shit. However, he would be the one to open his mouth, bringing out a pouch of coins from the inside of his cloak, presenting it to the three of you from the other side of the gate.*

"I felt the necrotic energy being lifted a few hours ago. I assume that the three of you did your jobs, but the fourth one came here earlier, demanding his pay. Simply put, he was being unnecessarily raucous, so I just gave him his share of the money. Though, I extremely doubt he was helpful; he looked like he sustained a good amount of injuries, after all. Anyway, I got this money from breaking into the Lord's personal room. Believe it or not, he kept way too much in there for his own good. 100 gold, surprisingly. Take it, and go split it as you will."
Shirley
Classic decadent dead nobles, the number one explanation to how villagers managed to dish out their impressive quest rewards everywhere, anywhere. Shaking that thought aside, he looked to the rest of his party and spoke. "Even split?" 

He figured that if they asked for his name, he must at least have received enough respect to get his full share. That only applied to the woman and not the man, but considering the aforementioned man seemed to be on... More than agreeable terms with her so far, it should be good enough.
Peter
*Mizu didn't care to much for the material wealth for man. Living 250 years she had accumulated and spent more wealth than the average noble and had long learned about 200 years ago how ephemeral material goods were. She had came only for the prospect of a fun challenge and to collect unique sights/trinkets that no amount of money could buy. Thus she was more than willing to split the wealth 3 way with the macen. Though she was a bit impressed by his boldness in suggesting it as he surely must have seen how they treated the oni when he tried to get more than his share of the minotaur. Her asking for his name might have gotten to his head a little, thus she decided to tease him a little*
Adolfo
"Hmm? Even split you say? I could've sworn Yuu and I did most of the work, or did were you to beat up to notice what we told the oni? To think you would stoop to his level"
Willie
*Similarly to Mizu, Yuu had little use for gold past the basic needs of someone. Given he was a vampire he didn't even need to eat anymore, atleast not food he paid for. So his only expense was fixing clothes after battle and buying arrows. He would chuckle at Mizu's remark but would remain silent otherwise to see how the Macen reacts.*
Shirley
Kohm felt a facial muscle twitch imperceptibly, as he quickly recognised he was being teased with. Yet another reason why he didn't like to deal with these types of people. 

Ah well, he didn't have so little a backbone and confidence that he would back down from this, and he didn't have such a low opinion of the temper of ancient ones to be overly wary. "I like to think that I'm standing on better ground since I'm not taking a prize from an enemy I didn't fight." Came the dry, yet still humorous response.

In some part of his brain, Kohm had to wonder if by chance, the Oni was sneezing, wherever he was.
Adolfo
*Mizu would tilt her head and chuckle at his reasoning, not willing to let him off the hook just yet* "I suppose that is true. But if I recall, wasn't there a certain someone that ordered a useless doll to heal someone that would otherwise not be standing here today? I wonder who that someone was and if they got anything in return for it"
Sean
"Hmm, I do recall something similar... Memory is rather fuzzy though... Maybe -you- can remind us.~" *He would gesture towards Kohm with a smug look plastered on his face, he'd then briefly look at Mizu, smile and look back at the Macen.*
Shirley
Kohm irritation grew an inch, but of course, he wasn't going to let that show. Instead, he continued to stand his ground. "Ah, you shouldn't have, ma'am. I had already paid him off for his services beforehand, although I really am grateful that you would bother to help save my life. I owe you a real favour." 

There was no sarcasm in his voice- for he wasn't so willing to gamble, merely a factual statement... With just enough real respect injected into it, knowing what had transpired (now that he thought of how the oni went for the horns, he was quite annoyed that he so quickly forgot the honour of the coin. No dignity, he groused mentally.), to make it seem decently genuine... To a normal person. 

Of course, he knew it wouldn't work on either of these too, but he hoped that they would let him off. Even if they actually remembered and cashed that favour in... If it wasn't too shady work, it would make a decent adventure. Hopefully.
Adolfo
"A favor you say?" She would look over to two men and then to Yuu and tilt her head before looking back to Kohm
"Well, Yuu and I did lose our feast rather early if you recall, and it would seem like there are some 'bandits' here that need to be brought to justice for breaking into a noble's home. It would kind of you to report to the town that there were some remaining undead lurking around that got a hold of said 'bandits'. Think you could do that for us?"
Sean
*Looking at Mizu, his smug expression would turn into an excited grin. He was hungry enough before the fight started so the plan was to hunt some food after, thought this was a much more interesting alternative as it also tested the moral limits of the Macen.*
Shirley
Kohm's smile thinned. Now, he was an old mercenary, but he -and his old band had standards. There was a line to be drawn here, and he wouldn't back down from it, even if he had to deal with the whims vampires stronger and wiser than him.

With the firestorm runes etched under his cloak still thrumming with power, he decided that if worse come to worse and they weren't joking around (Though he doubted that gobbling some disparate villagers would be actually appetising by any means, much less fitting for the occasion they seem to have planned and he was banking on that), he would have to use the measures he was saving for a truly last-ditch situation, even if they had a minimal chance of working. Long ago he had agreed that there truly were a few things worth dying for, even if it seemed pointless.

"Surely you jest. I know little about vampire palates, but I quite doubt an old man's blood is worth any effort, and the young man seems to be lacking a bit in vitality. Certainly, the vampires I knew wouldn't really have settled for them if it were to come to a real dinner. Besides... Comparing the blood of a few desperate, petty thieves to that of truly bloody sinners would be comparing vinegar to aged wine, wouldn't it?"
Peter
*Ara ara, it would seem Mizu had found a sensitive point on the macen named Kohm. She had lived long enough to be aware of the social trick of 'praising' someone to make something they did not want to happen appear undesirable in that it was beneath them. She found it cute that the macen thought he could pull one over on her who had likely lived at least 5x longer than him. Though he did make a point about the different qualities of macen blood, but he seemed to forget something that Mizu was going to use to push his buttons a little further*
Adolfo
"Jest? Surely you must be jesting, or has the macen memory span decreased over the years? I recall Yuu and I saying those 'helpers' that were sent with us were going to be our feast. I am sure you recall their condition. If we were satisfied with that, wouldn't this be the aged wined for our dinner? Ara, what's wrong? Your smile seems to have thinned out? Did the Oni do a poor job in healing you?" *She would say while licking her lips*
Willie
*Given Mizu was doing most of the talking, Yuu saw no need to interfere verbally, he would remain where he was, with the same smug expression, however his wolf would suddenly start circling around the whole group. Depending on the perception of people present, it could either be simply wandering around, or it could be taken as a threat. In a similar fashion his free hand rested on the handle of the sword that was on his belt. As a side note, Yuu was even more pleased now that he had chosen to go with Mizu, she was even more entertaining that what he had thought of her.*
Shirley
Kohm breathed, calming himself down as he realised what she was up to, as well as realising there would be nothing they could really do to prevent them from feeding on someone tonight.

At best, they would be able to somewhat humour them and get them to target someone no one would miss in this village... Which still was distasteful, but compromises have to be made. At worse... Well.

With those thoughts in mind, he turned to the poor bastards that were being mentioned.
"How about we hear them out? Maybe they could arrange some adequate dinner plans."
Cathy
*The two men from beyond the gate would obviously take note that one of the two kitsunes were talking about them being the 'bandits' they were talking about bringing to justice. The old one would take a step back, but the young one would stand his ground and speak.*

"No, we're not the ones who broke into the mansion; those were some other group that decided to riot against the big man. And seeing that he had no heirs, isn't it a given that a few would try and capitalize on his remaining fortune? Even though no one had made their claims to it? Is it really that wrong to try and live off someone's leftover fortune?"

*The young, bruised man would ask the three. His palms began to sweat, although he made a motion of wiping them against his neck as a means to brush it off. Something about the male and female oriates made him feel uneasy, almost as if they were gazing down on him like he was about to be the subject of some unimaginable torture. He would begin to slowly back away from the door, looking upon the two warily. He began to distrust them as time went on, though he didn't choose to show it.*
Peter
*Mizu would see that her teasing had broke the poor macen and would pull back on it. She had already fed today, so it wasn't necessary for her to feed once more, but she did want to have a nice dinner with Yuu. It would also seem he didn't get a chance to eat yet, and she wouldn't want her future mate to go feral.*
*She would ignore the macen's explanation of 'justice' as she only used that term mockingly, knowing full well 'justice' is whatever the strong deems as such. After all, only victors can spread their tales. She would instead turn to Yuu to hear what he wanted. She feared she was boring him given his lack of speech, as just moments earlier he said he only held conversations with those he found interesting*
Adolfo
"What do you think Yuu? I for one don't think Kohm is doing me a 'real favor' if he has to ask 'bandits' for an alternative. Seems like he was pup with all bark and no bite. Such a shame"