William
Amelia tried to keep her expression neutral as he dismissed his summon. More magic. It seemed like he had quite a few tricks to play. Macen weren't the most common thing in Silnaria, even less common were macen wealthy enough to own slaves. He did claim to be living here rather than in the Empire. She should have been less quick to assume. She didn't know what to make of his vague claims about his former self either. Something but rose to be more? Perhaps, it spoke to his ambitions. Still, she felt wary and kept running over his words in her mind. She had severely misread and underestimated him. After learning what he was it would be dangerous to make a habit out of it. 

She deftly plucked the silver coin from his hand. She was wearing gloves the the silver wouldn't burn her hand. Perhaps he wanted to she if she would remove her gloves and handle the coin as he had. It would burn her so, of course, she declined to do so. Instead, she coyly smiled and flipped the coin across her fingers. "Pleasure. I'm Amelia." The idea of giving her real name crossed her mind but she quickly dismissed it. She had only his word that his was real. At this point, enough people knew her as Amelia it was more of a half truth. 

"So *Elias*, while we're on the topic of truths, is the stable owner story true?"
Imogene
*Amelia not rising to his game was another decent estimation of her power as a Vampire. He walked around the body now, towards her.* "No, the stable story was just because I knew these two men had been out far longer than they paid for, and assumed the worst. With the storms to come and the recent Yeti raids, I figured I could find myself a decent meal with a fair bit of tracking." *Elias stood beside her again, looking to the dead man.* "I don't kill to feed, not with your cults raising all these alarm bells for vampires. I don't desire for all the noise that comes with the disappearances and outbreaks of the Blood Plague."

*He looked back to Amelia now, his eyes returned to their normal hazel.* "I assume you don't share my same... Reservations. Does your cult keep you well fed?" *Elias was genuinely curious. He assumed a cult may try to enslave a vampire to their wills, but clearly Amelia was benefiting from it all. It could be a show, though. She also wasn't as powerful as he was, so either she was new to this all or they were holding her back. If they did pamper her, there'd be no challenges for Amelia to grow from.*
William
Amelia was genuinely surprised that he claimed to not kill to feed. Replicant blood was not nearly as good and what you got for the cost was abysmal. She looked back down at the body. The man wasn't dead when she got there. Did he plan on sitting around and waiting for him to die? It appeared like he was working alone so, realistically, there was no way he was going to completely drain the body. Feeding on the man and then helping him back to the city seemed too great a risk to her. Would he have forgone a meal entirely? It was peculiar and warranted some testing. 

"You could say that." She paused and then shrugged. "From my experience, the cult isn't very organized. Some sects will treat you differently but a level of... Respect is given to all vampires." She gave him a sly smile. "If you desired there would be many sects that would follow you based on how far you are into you're transformation alone." If it was easy power and authority he craved he could certainly find it amongst the cult. Elias, however, appeared to have very little information on the cult, which suggested he fled them soon after his turning. That would lead her to guess that he didn't turn willingly. There was the slim possibility that someone he knew, personally turned him but considering he traveled alone it didn't seem likely. 

The cult had its benefits but also its limitations and she was never one for zealots. She waved her hand dismissively before continuing. "Honestly, I don't know how anyone could manage to drink the filth the cities peddle."
Imogene
*Elias nodded, not a fan of animal blood or replicant blood, either.* "I take jobs that place me in proximity of death. Burn the bodies after." *Her allusion to claiming sects for his own was intriguing, though it wasn't for him. Being worshiped seemed pleasant, but would doubtfully get him anywhere closer to his goal.* "Mm. A few scattered cultists won't count for much. No, if I'm to play for that kind of power, I'll need to be able to garner more. That takes power, my own, not luxury or worship."

"I was a retainer for a noble's son. Combat instructor, bodyguard. The father was an officer of the military, knighted and titled for his service." *Elias looked East, the direction of the Salvainian Empire.* "Charity, really. Promising his name to have meaning and his son to possibly rise to more, all fed from another man's hand." *His voice became a little scornful as he continued.* "What I want can't be given. This curse lets me take it."