Every single time he gets called in to take care of a problem, the townsfolk always seem to have their doubts. He didnâ€™t blame them for having those doubts but at the same time he always thought it somewhat annoying whenever they tried to discourage him. The guard was still skeptical of him, it was relatively clear that he and the older man that made his way to the front of the crowd were both somewhat worried about his safety, but whenever he set his mind on something it was difficult to change his mind. He has a reputation of being incredibly stubborn and had a very one-track mind sometimes, when it came to certain things. When he said he was going to take on a job he did it â€“known for being a man of his word why would he back down? By not turning him away, these people had given him a slight sense of adventure. He was ready to take care of this problemâ€¦ but not for free of course. This seemed like a poor town but surely they had some kind of money stashed away somewhere.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t usually work for money, in fact he doesnâ€™t always expect to be paid, but something like a vampire, now that was something that needed payment. Vampires, werewolves, any kind of powerful preternatural creature in general, should he be called to deal with something powerful he usually charged.<br/><br/>Of course he was failing to mention this right now. Then again since this did seem like a poorer town he would hold off on demanding a payment. Right now he just wanted to see the looks on their faces once he takes care of their pest. He knew they didnâ€™t believe he was capable of doing so, and while he was not someone who felt he had to prove himself sometimes his ego does crawl out and do a bit of talking. He wanted to show them he was serious and not just some idiot in over his head. No, the very look on his face should at least tell them that much or so he hoped. He tended to be an easy read for people who knew him well enough, so he had a feeling all those murmurs were more than likely murmurs mocking him. Though he was not someone who took well to crowds, he could not help but be somewhat amused by how much talk he was creating with his presence. Just how many people came through here, he wondered.<br/><br/>â€œI have dealt with vampires in the past,â€ he said, speaking to the old man and the guard, as well as the people that continued go gather around him. â€œI may not have the powers of a Holy Knight but I know what to expect from them, I assure you.â€ He could feel them all watching him and he would not deny that it was becoming slightly more discouraging as seconds passed. Nevertheless, he remained calm. He was a notoriously calm person in reality and it took a lot to scare him to the point where he refused to do something. In fact the only real fear he has was dying, it didnâ€™t matter if it was a horrible death or not, he just didnâ€™t want to die. He also had uneasiness about completely loneliness despite his somewhat lone wolf nature. Nobody likes to feel completely alone.<br/><br/>He straightened himself a bit more, hoping that they would take him a little more seriously if he presented himself better. It may be a little too late but he was not somebody who would just nonchalantly waltz in and wave his sword around like a buffoon. There was a very professional air about him and that was something he wasn't hesitating to let shine through a bit.<br/><br/>Though he normally worked alone, preferring to do so, perhaps for the sake of getting the job done so he could leave he would allow the older man to help him. â€œWorking alone is aâ€¦ personal preference, however if you wish to show me a thing or two about finding your pest I have no objections.â€ Then added facetiously: "I supposelistening to a word of advice from my elders is something I should... consider more often." Though he may have sounded a littleâ€¦ well... unappreciative for the lack of better word he really wouldnâ€™t object. After all he did indeed know that vampires were not something to be taken lightly so he might need some help after all, you just never know, in case he ever got himself in some kind of pickle he couldnâ€™t get out of.