William
She supposed the summon made sense now. The more he spoke about himself the more his independent nature came across. Independent or paranoid. In her experience most vampires avoided fire yet he felt the need to dispose of the bodies by burning them. Peculiar. He did not seem ashamed of his transformation yet he set all these rules and conditions for himself. 

Amelia crossed her arms and gave him a brief look up and down. "Oh, so what is the rest of your name, *Hmmm*? Elias of what family?" Perhaps, there was a bounty out on him. She tried to recall if she had heard anything about a knight's retainer turned rogue. It could explain why he was so careful. His family could be hunting him, either to try to help him or to have their name cleansed by having him killed. A head up on whether or not bounty hunters would be tracking them would be ideal. 

Unfortunately, she was drawing a blank and couldn't recall if there were any such bounties out. Being a macen she would hazard a guess that he was from the Empire but now a days it seemed that his people were everywhere so she could easily be wrong. She bit her lower lip, watching his expression curiously. She had planned to head towards the Empire next, but if he had unresolved business there he might not want to take the risk. Although, the thought slowly crept in that maybe, considering his dark disposition, he wanted to have his 'family' killed.
Imogene
"It's not a name that will find itself on anyone's tongue. I doubt you're anymore enthusiastic to discuss your own family." *Elias was willing to bet that her family name would have came up in their introductions if she was proud of it. She was probing now, far more since he started being honest with her. He consider asking questions of his own, but something else was more pressing. He looked up and down the path; the chances of them being spotted by the bloody scene grew with every passing second.* 

"As much as I enjoy the snow, we should probably get somewhere warmer and a little less bloodstained. Any reservations against Ruipaior?" *He had a home there, or more honestly, had found one. He knew the owner was dead on his back in a ditch a few miles away from the city and had shacked up in his place since. It was temporary, maybe not even viable when he returned. Still, he had nowhere else, and if the cultists were worth staying with, even for the night, she'd mention it.*
William
Amelia smiled and laughed in response to him shutting down her questions. It was worth a try and he didn't seem too annoyed with her questions. He did make a good point about their current locale, though. The night wasn't growing any warmer. 

"If you have a place in Ruipaior, by all means, lead the way." Amelia definitely preferred sleeping in a bed to camping out in the woods. The recent snowfall had only made camping worse, as well. The city wasn't that far by her estimation; an hour to get to seemed reasonable. The sun shouldn't be up for a couple more hours so even if they travelled slow they should make it there before sun up. This was reassuring as she preferred to avoid traveling during the day whenever possible. As she waited for Elias to lead the way she wondered if he was strong enough to walk in the light. Now that would be something she would love to learn to do.
Imogene
*Elias nodded, looking up the path, back the way he came.* "It's temporary living, but I don't plan to stay in Ruipaior for very long. I want to go back to Salvainia." *He took a small flask from his coat, pouring oil all over the body and the horse. He wouldn't bother dragging them out of the way; they deserved to be recovered, at least. Once the flask ran empty, Elias simply dropped it onto the body before drawing out a tinderbox. He gave Amelia a glance, giving her a chance to back up if she hadn't already. With a spark, he lit a small match and dropped it, setting both corpses ablaze.*

*Elias was close to the flame, not suicidally, but enough to feel the heat of the flame. It was a sensation similar to sunlight, something he could only risk for moments at a time. He took a few seconds to bask in the fire's light and think. Travelling with Amelia changed the game. A vampiric companion would both mean an acceptance for feeding and nighttime travel, but also making life much safer. An eye to watch his back, someone strong, if perhaps not experienced. There were only two questions, one of trust and the other of morality. He'd be a fool to trust Amelia implicitly, but he knew what she wanted, and killing Elias wouldn't provide it. He also knew that she had no problem killing when it benefited her. Something's were better to get out of the way sooner, rather than later.*

"If you do want to gain power quickly, you'll have to trust me, and I you. Without the safety of your cult, we'll have to be careful not to draw too much attention. Though, since we'll both need to feed, I can be less... Reserved in how I get this blood." *Maybe the conscious decision to devalue life was going down a darker path, but it's one that felt inevitable. He didn't need his conscience to get in their way now.*
William
Amelia was relieved to hear that he didn't plan on staying in Silnaria and planned on travelling towards the Salvainian Empire. Opportunities should be more abundant there. The Slaver's War was the most pressing issue here and beating back rebels and resistance fighters hardly seemed like the fast track to gaining any prestige. There was gold in it, perhaps, but not much more than there was in selling yourself out as a mercenary. 

Unable to resist rolling her eyes, Amelia stepped back as he prepared to burn the bodies. They hardly seemed worth the oil. Worse than the waste of resources was the smell. Truly. She took another step back and brought the collar of her cloak up to cover her nose as the flames grew with intensity. She could only hope that this dramatic behavior could be curbed in the future. 

When Elias broke away from staring at the flames and started speaking again, Amelia gave him her full attention. She lowered her cloak slowly and flashed him a delight smile. Leaning towards him, she responded,"I'm glad I can help you to *Indulge* In the finer things in life." Leaning forward had certainly not helped the smell and she immediately wrinkled her nose and backed further away from the corpses. "Hopefully, you're done here. No prayers or offerings, I presume?"
Imogene
"No god I'd bother with." *Elias pulled his cloak back closed and looked down the path. They'd easily make it back before the dawn, though they should leave now. Letting the fire burn itself out, or to be smothered by the snow, he gestured with one hand down the path.* "I imagine you will find the place to your liking, once we get there. There is a fair bit of walking to be done, first." *He assumed she'd want to walk at his side rather than behind him.*

*He wouldn't say much else as they made their way over his now disappearing tracks in the snow. For the first half, his mind really stayed vigilant for any stray Yeti raiding party or Ice Kuilei. Once they made it past halfway, though, he let himself relax. It was a brisk walk, likely far below the speed of what either of them could achieve. Elias couldn't imagine Amelia was one to run from place to place. Sooner be carried, he thought. With the pieces he had, he tried to build a more complete image of her. Capable of killing and, more rarely, willing. Power hungry, though patient and careful. Still, she made naive assumptions and seemed young for a High Elf. Which could mean she was younger than Elias by a few years or older by nearly a century. Elves were like that. She seemed to be new to this life, though not incompetent. Well taught, but not yet about the world. He wondered if this curse was either the best or worst thing to ever happen to her.*

-

*Returning to the gates now, Elias retrieved a small knot of horse hair he had cut from the beasts before they even left the stable. He raised it to show the guard as he passed.* "Confirming the death of a rented horse, Yeti, it looked like." *The guard would say nothing and simply nod. This wasn't the first or the last they'd hear similar stories. Elias had grown comfortable in the city, learning names and faces, but it was time to move on, just as soon as the next sundown. He led Amelia from the entrance towards a middle district, near a public garden. Just across the street would be a two story cottage, with a porch and entrance set inwards. For being near a main crossing, it was decently private. Elias produced a key and unlocked the front door, pushing it open.* "After you, Amelia." *He stood by the door, waiting and looking past her and onto the street. It didn't seem like anyone was out right now.*

*The house was a temporary option, one that Elias was relying on a little too much. A tax collector once lived here, studious and alone. When he went out looking for one of the rare disappearances caused by Elias, he felt there was no other choice but to break his back and feed on him. The body was burned and discarded after, of course. He figured he'd be safe for a little longer, though. Nobody misses the taxman, no one but the crown. Elias had actually dropped off the dead man's last delivery a little late, buying himself time before an investigation began. He kept a nice, if bare home. He seemed to really enjoy the work, at least the numbers. He had no family in town. His blood tasted of smoke and wine.*