"Yes." Adel replied evenly. There was precious little point to denying it. "I am strigoi. Of the night." He forced the other man to meet his eyes, those terrible orbs glowed with a certain inner fire. Balefire. The touch of undeath. It was said that mortal men would know the strigoi, the vampire, by three signs. Pale skin. Pointed teeth. And eyes that burned like the fire of hell. So it was by these things that Bray knew Adal. Was made to know him. "You are far from your home, however wise you might be to the ways of mine homeland." The vampire continued on.<br/><br/>"Yet, you, a foreigner to these lands, have awoken me from my slumber. For this...."<br/><br/>The vampire bowed with a flourish. "For this you have mine thanks. It is...good to walk the lands of the living once more." For same reason the darkness of slumber had lost all appeal. "......" After a moment, he pulled out of the bow. "Do you have any other supplies? Or did you not plan to stay overlong here?"