<i>I don't intend to be anywhere near you, or your fucking mom when the Devil comes to take you.<br/>
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Long before he even knows you are here. <br/>
</i><br/>Even when she sought answers, only more questions emerged. Who was this Devil, and why would he want either her or her sister? Why had they been banished from Barovia?<br/><br/>Esperanza mulled over the vampire's words as she tore through Arik's collection of rags. Once she'd found the two closest to clean, she took a long swig of wine, and soaked one rag. That rag cleaned the wound, and she hissed against the sting of the alcohol. Once she'd endured as much burning as she could stand, she wrapped the wound in the other rag.<br/><br/>Whatever the answers were, it didn't matter. Not now. They needed to get to safety, and the Vine was no longer safe. Ishmark offered up his guest house, and it seemed a better idea than waiting around this tavern for death to find them. She turned towards Xavier, greeting his warm smile with a determined nod.<i> "I will of course go where you go."  </i><br/><br/>"Then let us get out of here before the vampires regroup. Which way are we headed, Ishmark?"