chuckling as the man claimed to want the burning feeling in the back of his throat he reminded himself that the burning in his throat had nothing to do with whiskey, he still had to feed or this little mouse wouldn't last the rest of his first night. Pouring the man's shot he raised his glass after setting the bottle between them. "A toast to the game the demons play." He said knowing that it would probably only bring more questions bout but what the hell. Can't play cat and mouse if all you do is continue passing the cheese.<br/>"The vampyres that started this game of theirs a few centuries ago from what one told me my first night here. They unleashed brand new vampyres on unknowing villagers. They drained everyone dry, and rather than moving on they just brought more people in. The numbers have decreased and some people have learned how to fight back, never lasted very long though. Marty thought he was going to end the game on his own. From what I understand he only took one to the grave with him." He said setting his glass by the sink and looked towards the door. "Once you get a lay of the land I recommend you roam about during the day and see if you can round up the other drop offs I don't find." He said "I'm making one more round tonight and heading in. There's no telling what's going bump in the night out there."