Walter
"I do! I just wasn't sure if you were."

*She jogged to catch up once he started moving once again. Why was he so difficult to understand sometimes? She let out a soft sigh as she caught up to him, making sure to keep close once more. The scent of street food soon died out as they exited the market place. She would've liked to try all the food, they all smelled so wonderful. Maybe the next time she sold plants, she'd accept payment. Street food and clothing, that's what she needed.*

"How do you earn money? What is it that you do?" 

*It was probably way too late to start asking these types of questions. Maybe she should have asked back in the Ombu forests, granted she was starving when they first met.*
Curtis
*With them heading to the outskirts of the town, Terrel would eventually step aside from the main road and lean against one of the outer walls of a nearby building. Not too far away he knew there would be a building that typically housed and raised wolves for adventurers to take with them. Though for now they still had some time until sunset for the place to not have as many people.

He'd shift his gaze to her in her misunderstanding of him wanting to see the wolf pup. Why else would he come all the way out here when he could have stayed at the tavern until they'd have to go visit Okami's friend? Being asked what he did to earn money, he'd say rather bluntly:*"I take jobs for people, most of which are just petty disputes that can easily be solved with a big enough poke from a sword."*The Elf doubted Manon cared too much to hear about his more lethal jobs seeing as she would cry over the life of something as simple as a random rabbit. It was a wonder how'd she react to the death of people.*"It pays enough to get what I need and sometimes I get more out of it than what I expected if I'm lucky that is."
Walter
*Manon came to a stop directlt in front of Terrel, from an outside view it could look like she was blocking him in. She didn't know what she expected, he didn't look the type to collect herbs like she did. Maybe his line of work was why he seemed so disconnected from people. It didn't matter though, maybe he was simply always like this. It wasn't like her healing magic could heal wounds of the soul.*

*She looked at him, her mouth parting as she prepared herself to ask the more difficult questions. Has he killed someone? Did he do it without asking questions? How did he know if they were innocent or not? All questions she wanted to ask but couldn't bring herself to do so. So instead she asked a simple question*

"Are you a bad person, and why?" 

*She wasn't someone who could judge a person that easily, she normally didn't ask questions until after she healed the occasional traveler. For all she knew they were bandits who are out there attacking people again. All because the Druid couldn't walk away from someone in need.*
Curtis
*Terrel would gaze at her in her asking him the question. It was something so simple yet complex if someone sought the full truth of it. Was he a bad person? The Elf didn't think so necessarily, though his line of work often contradicted it when it became a question of morals.*

"To some, I probably am."*He'd answer.*"In combat the opponent is usually considered 'bad' in a way."*With her simple question, came his simple answer as he'd grab the box of vials he held from under his arm before holding it out for her to take.*"Whether or not I'm a bad person is based on the opinions of others just as much as my own. So, do *You* Think I'm a bad person?"

*The Elf would finalize the words. What other people thought of him was none of his business. He'll go out and get the job done anyways. If he cared so much of whether or not that made him bad, he'd be on the short end of income in the pickiness of what job would keep him portrayed as the good person in a situation. Maybe one day he'll become rich enough to not rely so heavily on the demands of others. Only then would he get any real independence from it. He'd look up from her, perhaps in suggestion of it being a rhetorical question as he'd idly watch the occasionally traveler make their way in and out of the city.*
Walter
*She didn't have any reasons to believe he was a bad person. Sometimes he was difficult to understand, but he hasn't done anything she found morally incorrect. If anyone was bad in the group, it'd probably be her. Shooting Terrel with spells and biting Okami.*

"I think you're okay, I don't know. I wouldn't accept payment to harm another. I think it's easy for me to understand if I relate it to my bloodcurse. We both have to do things we're not proud of."

*This wasn't entirely correct, Terrel didn't 'have' to do anything. He didn't have to kill to survive. Manon didn't either but she 'needed' to inflict pain on others at the very least.* 

*As she finished speaking she reached into the box and grabbed a vial. She mistook his gesture, thinking he was offering a vial to her. She pulled out a vial full of artifical blood, pulling the cork from the top. Tilting her head back as she drank the content. It tastes nothing like blood, her face told him that much. It definitely sedated the urge for feeding, it also took her appetite completely.* 

*She barely had time to place the empty vial back into the box. Two steps away from Terrel was all she made before bending over and coughing. Thankfully nothing came out*
Eric
The Elf would watch as she'd take one the vials, having to only assume that she was having one of her urges as she drunk the whole thing only to quickly put the vial back and turn away from him in her coughing at it.

The Elf wasn't able to tell how bad at it was or frankly if it even worked, however, moving over a bit, his hand would find itself to her back, giving it a light pat while she was seemingly struggling to keep it down.*"Its horrible isn't it?"*He'd say with a light sigh. 

The Elf supposed he shouldn't have expected anything different after the Vampiress pointed out how weird it smelled. At least she was still able to down the whole thing and spare him from the waste of it, though if this was how she was going to react everytime, he doubted she'd want to take the rest of them.*
Walter
*It took a while for her to regain her breath, something in her body wanted to reject the artifical life force. It was like her vampire side knew it was a knock-off from the real deal.*

*Eventually she managed to stand upright, beads of sweat on her forehead as she looked at Terrel. She took a deep breath before patting his chest.*

"The things I do for you boys."

*It was her attempt at humor, she followed it up with a very weak smile. She wanted to go take a seat after her first taste of fake blood. She turned to face the stone wall Terrel just left, the smile vanishing almost instantly as she walked over. She placed her back firmly against the wall before sliding down to the ground.*

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to that taste. Why did they make it red? It tasted like a brownish-green, like throw up."

*Clearly she had expectations that were shattered completely about the taste.*
Eric
"So long as you can still drink it, whether or not you get used to the taste will matter little."*He'd say, walking up to her before squatting down a bit to be closer to her level.*"Besides the color is probably more for show than anything."*The Elf would slide the box back over to her.*

"We should try to spare the rest. Might be staying here for the next few days and should probably limit how much of these you go through. With any luck we'll have some extra for the next town we pass by. And, you can probably have more enjoyment on eating the animals instead whenever we're out in the forest."
Donna
Ma; "Trust me, I'm in no hurry to drink another one of those soon. I hope I'll be fine for a while."

*Even now she still had a rather disgusting aftertaste lingering in her mouth. She had looked forward for so long to find an alternative and this was it. It was better than killing a rabbit or hurting a deer. She would need to find ways to make money to supply her own foul tasting resource.*

*She smiled softly at Terrel at his concern. Even now he was crouching just to talk to her. She had gotten used to his indifferences so these small gestures stood out. She half expected him to remain standing at talk down at her.*

*She took the box within her arms, taking note that she only had Six vials remaining. Taking a deep breath before working her way back onto her feet.*

"No gray hairs." *Was all she said once she regained her footing.*
Curtis
"Won't catch me dead with them."*He'd say in return, partially amused as he too would stand back up right. Gazing over towards the wolves resting near one another, he'd say:*"We can begin heading over there once the sun comes close to setting. It'll be near closed, but the place will be relatively empty by then."*The Elf would explain before moving to find a space for him to lean back against the wall in resting a bit from all the walking they've done.*

"Try not to be too picky in choosing."*He'd continue, allowing his arms to cross as his cloak would wrap around them more securely in causing them to be hidden.*"Only so many wolf pups they'll have. At least ones that all three of these pups may get along with."*That was probably the hardest part of choosing. It was one thing, getting one or two wolf pups, but in adding more there was always the chance of them not getting along which would only end in ruin of given the wrong choice.*
Walter
" I thought you were picking. I don't think I can pick just one. I'm not even sure if I should go inside."

*She placed her right hand against the wall as her left found her stomach. She thought that she overcame the drink but it seemed like it would require more time to be certain. The last time she felt remotely this sick was when she tried feeding a decaying deer carcass years ago. Granted that blood immediately found itself out of her system.*

"Sorry, I'm still not used to it. Are you sure it's not poisoned? Does it say when it was made? I hope this is a first time thing, Terrel."

*She placed her forehead against the cold stone wall as she suffered through the somersaults in her stomach. She was glad they had to wait a little before greeting Sorrel.*
Curtis
"I'll pick as much as the shopkeeper and my wolves will allow. At the end of the day you wanted to name the pup, so why not get the choice?"*The Elf would say, closing his eyes as he'd rest his head against the wall. It wasn't like he wasn't going to end up with several more wolves by the end of the day anyways, especially in remembering that he'd consider a suggestion made by one of his allies.

While Manon was going on, questioning the freshness of the blood she drank, he'd eventually respond.*"Manon it's blood in a bottle."*He'd say, seemingly less concerned about it than her.*"You can always try checking the box."

*Part of Terrel figured it was just her reaction to it making her feel more paranoid, but there was always the chance of something being up with it despite it being bad for business towards whenever sold the tainted vial. He'd open his eyes slightly to glance over at her as she placed her forehead against the wall in somewhat silent suffering.*"You okay?"*He'd ask after a while, eventually realizing that they were practically experimenting with a new substance to quell her hunger issues. After all, it wasn't like they knew anyone else using it besides perhaps a certain Dwarf he could recall meeting.*