If his initial scream was loud when the vampiress sunk her fangs into his arm, what followed when his arm was severed was a few decibels beyond even that.  Curses old ones and new ones just born in the moment flowed from Pias's mouth as Xavier drew him back into the safety of the tavern.  Blood gushed and spritzed from the arteries of his severed arm, leaving Xavier and Bucren with some fresh stains of crimson.  Already the doorman's face was turning pale as he entered a state of shock.<br/><br/>For a brief moment the visage of the pale skinned beauty outside the tavern could be seen receding into the thick fog that obscured the town square of Barovia.  There was a look of scolding annoyance towards the closing door as she held Pias's severed arm upwards, letting the blood that remained stream and fall down into her waiting lips.  She drank from it in a care free and clumsy manner, leaving more then enough of the blood to thin out and wash down her chin and throat.  It bathed her chest red and flowed through her impressive cleavage and staineed her elegant nightgown with the red hue of Pias's blood.  As the door swung shut she squeezed her free hand down the length of the dismembered arm as if milking it for every last drop of that crimson plasma.<br/><br/>Arik retreated fully back into the kitchen as the gypsy's moved with a purpose towards their screaming comrade.  Two of the men swept in and gathered Pias away from Xavier, clasping a hand over his mouth to silence the blood curdling cries and curses that flung from his lips.  As they dragged his convulsing and flailing body away towards the kitchen at least one of the gypsy's seemed to offer a quick nod of thanks towards both Bucren and Xavier.  The last of them moved up to the window that Pias had been spying out of just moments ago.  His jaw set something fierce as he stared through the narrow gap that let him spy out into the moonlit fog.  He didn't gaze for long though before he directed his gaze towards Xavier and Bucren.  "She's alone, I think."  The eldest of the gypsy's muttered as he fiddled with the worn handle of a curved scimitar at his side.<br/><br/>Upstairs, Esperanza quickly got the key into the lock and with a turn the lock clicked and the metal lid of the chest was opened.  Simultaneously the twins peered into the red velvet confines of the open chest and saw a jumble of valuable coins and gems.  But most interesting of all was a single item that laid across the bed of modest riches.  An intricate ivory handle wrapped with sturdy yellow leather across the grip.  Fanciful patterns of the sun and its rays were inlaid in gold across the hilt, while the carving of an ivory lions head in the midst of roaring made up the pommel of the handle.  Artfully etched across the bottom of the handle where it merged into the pommel was the name deGrey.<br/><br/>As the twins took in their discovery the screaming fit that Pias had unleashed woke the portly drunkard known as Ismark from his slumber with an alarming swiftness.  Abruptly he sat up, jostling the bedside table as his hand fell upon it for leverage.  The pair of wine bottles perched there fell to the floor with a crash as they shattered into fragmented shards.  "Shit."  He murmured as his torso wobbled and swayed while he collected his wits from where he sat along the edge of the bed.  Then he saw the girls.<br/><br/>His blood shot eyes went wide as he stared at the twins with his mouth hanging agape.  "Fuckin thieves!"  He hollered as he rose to his feet, stumbled across the room, and slammed into the dresser which sent more wine bottles tumbling to the floor.  His hand swept down to his side for a sword that he realized wasn't there so Ismark opted to grab a wine bottle and hurled it awkwardly towards Katya.  "Help!  Thieves!"<br/><br/>Back downstairs the pair of gypys's had taken Pias behind the bar and were busy applying a makeshift tourniquet assembled from one of Arik's wash cloths around the profusely bleeding stump.  The screaming of Ismark from upstairs was disregarded by the gypsy's as they convened near the entrance of the kitchen and tended to Pias.  A sudden jolt from the front door though demanded their attention as the vampiress beyond the door spoke to the gathering in the tavern in mocking sweetness.<br/><br/>"You pour me a glass of his blood, set it outside this door, and I might forgive you all for interrupting my meal."  The sound of her sharp nails could be heard scratching across the wooden face of the Vine's front door.  But then her voice came from the vicinity of a boarded up window that was nowhere near the door.  "Or better yet, just toss him back out and I promise that I'll forgive you all."  Her voice came again from yet another window far removed from the one she had just sounded from.  "Deny me, and I'll return with my sisters and we will feast on you all."  The sound of her laughter came again from the front door and faded as the vampiress drifted back into the mists.  "You have ten minutes to toss him back outside to me, or I'll be back with my sisters and oh how the blood will flow."