Rose
Deel approached her swiftly. It used its spear as a base and lifted itself up, getting in her private space. A stench of blood and a pungent smell, akin to someone who's missed a bath for a long time, came from the imp. After an intense sniffing analysis, it spaced back down and slapped its weapon into the ground. *"Haha, wench thinks a bite from Brand's a giveaway! This isn't your casual crimson, fish."*
Mark
Brand finished off the body on his thigh. With a careless flicker of his hand it was launched towards a tree nearby. He leaned forth, his other hand resting on a gargantuan axe, and raised his ugly brow. **"You know a lot about vampires, lass. But I will not give you this gift."**
From the distance, a silnarian yell echoed. Brand smirked and paused, contemplating a plan.
**"How about this? If you can deal with the incoming prey, I'll reward you with the gift you don't deserve. You need to entertain me, however. Make it fun, spicy. And if you really impress me... I might give you another sort of pleasure as well."** The creature eyed her devilishly.
Rose
*"Come on, do the dancing and impress!"* The creature yelled as it spun the spear above its head a few times. It struck it out after, pointing towards a direction ahead - presumably where the threat would come from.
*"Does she agree to the conditions?!"*
Carolyn
*The treton kept her grin. Even if they killed her, she wouldn't feel it. Her death meant nothing.*

*But theirs meant everything. As Yakaiyo hears the elven scream in the distance, she immediately turns, her eyes focusing.*

"Oh, elves? Consider it done. I'll give you a show."

*Almost on command, Yakaiyo disappears, slinking through the trees nigh invisible. She began to move towards the Silnari in the distance, her senses promising her blood.*