<strong>Sabien Theunissen</strong><br/><br/>The woman wavers one hands in a 'sort of' gesture.  "Most would consider my role to be something more akin to vigilateism than any particular legitimate role."  She shrugs slightly, "my husband was slain by a group of hunters out to...deal with a group of problem vampires who had decided that their blood gave them the right to lord power over the common people.  They thought they had no need to conceal their natures and killed mortals without thought.  Instead of the roving vampires, they found him, a good and honest man and attacked him.  They followed him back to our home where he finally perished, but not before they discovered my existence and set fire to our home.  So many irreplaceable tomes were lost with him that night.  Then, to make matters better, the survivor left the vampires that had started the whole mess to continue their debauchery."<br/><br/>She smiles sadly before continuing, "it took me some time to learn the arts of the sword and to have one made that suited my build and style, having his ring forged into the weapon.  Ten years later I found the man who killed Willem and brought him to justice.  He made his choice, whether his blood would go to me or to the earth...I permitted him that much, and left his companions to contemplate his deeds.  Later I found those who had drawn the hunters attention to our hamlet and..."  Her smile becomes positively wintry, "ah...arranged for them to watch the sunrise.  Or at least parts of them."  She shrugs, "I have no qualm with mortals the seek to redress injustice or to balance the scales.  Nor do I meddle in the matters of most of my kind.  But if a mortal begins hunting even those that are reasonably innocent in the scale of things, or if a vampire begins leaving too many bodies...I seek to prevent things from becoming too out of balance."<br/><br/>She gestures dismissively, "I do not begrudge mortals and their feeding habits.  I would hope that you not begrudge ours.  Usually such things are...enjoyable to both parties.  It is only those who become greedy or too weak willed to stop themselves that become a threat."  She smiles and turns slightly, looking to Theresa, "as for you, give me a moment to locate a tome.  I shan't be but a moment."  With that she turned in place, her skirt flaring out slightly, before disappearing into her stacks of books for a moment.<br/><br/>A few moments later, the sound of a airtight seal being cracked can be heard, then resealing and a few moments later she returns, an aged, thick tome in hand.  "Usually I keep this in a sealed chamber of inert gases to preserve it, but this is something of a special occasion."  A few moments later she has the book open and almost reverently sets to book in Theresa's lap.  "This is the original text, or as near as I've been able to locate and verify, to the original prophecies concerning dhampir.  Do be careful...it is older than I am."