He was indeed a skilled knight he would never deny that, yet as he walked along the path to the old town he couldnâ€™t help but wonder if he really could get rid of this vampire for them. Through his ten years of being a knight he has only ever dealt with one vampire and that had not ended well. Since then he just leaves them be, deciding to let someone else deal with them since he didnâ€™t possess the powers of a Holy Knight. Donâ€™t get him wrong, he was a very powerful knight capable to taking down powerful creatures, but he could not use magic; you had to be born of a certain blood in order to use magic. He may have belonged to a powerful group of knights who guarded the king, but he was not born of Holy blood. There were times he wished he could but in the end he found he was perfectly fine just being a physical fighter.<br/><br/>And surelyâ€¦ surely the vampire would sense this. It was said that crosses and garlic as well as Holy magic warded vampires away. He had a cross around his neck but no garlic â€“garlic smelled horrible, the taste even worse. Appearance wise, he did look a bit rough and could be a little intimidating at times though there was a faint attractiveness about him. The sword he wielded was of very high quality; what good the cross and sword he had would do him, well, he wasnâ€™t exactly sure. However he did know that vampires were nocturnal and only attacked during the night, so it looks like he would be spending the night here. Maybe for a few daysâ€¦<br/><br/>He was really starting to regret agreeing to this. Oh the stupid things people do after theyâ€™ve had a few drinks.<br/><br/>It seems the crosses and garlic hanging in this small as town â€“if youâ€™d even want to call it that, as it was pretty run down- did little to ward the vampire away and the people were on edge. It seems the two people who came into the tavern the other night were not the only people that were struck. Naturally. They glanced at him with almost horrified gazes, murmuring amongst themselves. He paid them no mind and continued on. They didnâ€™t trust his presence at all and he couldnâ€™t say he blamed them either. He was a stranger to their town so it was natural for them to be wary, however he could care less about their opinions of him. Unfortunately, the one thing he could not avoid was the fact that this was a small tow, perhaps small enough to be referred to a village, and rumors would spread fast. He was sure that by now the entire town knew he was here.<br/><br/>His suspicions were correct he noticed. There seemed to be an increase in curiosity, and soon a local guard stood in his way, inquiring what his business was here. For a place so far off the beaten path it wasnâ€™t surprising that the guard had the appearance of someone who was recruited yesterday. â€œI was told that there was a smallâ€¦ pest terrorizing this town,â€ he told the man, speaking in a soft tone; he was always rather soft spoken. Explaining things straightforward rather than being long-winded was something he was known for; he saw no reason to lie, not that he would even want to. And besides, he felt confident that he would not be chased out of this place right away. And just in case he was going to be chased away he may as well at least explain his reasons for being here. â€œTwo people came into my town and requested that I take care of said pest. I have to say, from the looks of things I doubt the rest of you willâ€¦ turn down any help. Am I correct?â€<br/><br/>Even if he was someone who was a bit soft spoke, he sounded so serious. Deep down he hoped he was convincing enough but on the other hand he wouldnâ€™t let it get to him if he was told to stay out of their business. He half expected it. In the past he has been turned down, though it was a stab at his pride, he does have a rather good reputation for being bold, but life goes on. And it only made sense for the guard to allow him to help; he wounded if he has lost anyone because of this pest. Still there was a small part of him that worried about being sent the other way even if it wasnâ€™t shown on his expression.<br/><br/>He decided not to dwell on it and just accept whatever happens. He doesnâ€™t like to dwell on things he found to be somewhat unimportant too much; he found it to be just more unwanted stress and he didnâ€™t need any more of that. He has had a rough life and it showed through a bit even if he was only thirty years old. Well, twenty nine to be exact but close. He may as well be thirty. He has been through a hell of a lot, though through the years he has blocked out a lot of his childhood through all the drinking he does.