A deep growl came from the shack, Erdranor looking up at the knock. He had managed to heal most of the burns, and was beginning to settle in the shack for now, having little attention to move for a few hours. However, the sound had stirred the red-eyed Breton, the man recognizing the voice instantly. Giving a soft growl, then stretching his legs a bit, he opened the door, looking to the lower-ranked Brotherhood member.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"Naomi,"</span>he replied, stepping aside to let her in before shutting the door, settling back against the wall. Erdranor hadn't bothered to put his armor back on, and the leather lay to the side with the bow and dagger.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">"I don't scent blood upon you,"</span>he said idly, expression calm as he spoke, both accusing and not somehow with his phrasing, yawning a bit and revealing the pointed fangs of the vampire to her. Most of the Brotherhood knew of his condition - he had accepted Vicente's offer while in the lower ranks, after all, and hadn't bothered to hide it.<br/><br/>He picked up Sufferthorn, inspecting the blade quietly as he waited for her to speak.