<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div><strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong><br/><strong>Race: Witch</strong><br/><strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong><br/><strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Todd looked up as the woman spoke the male part of him registering that she was an attractive, sexy woman. The faint buzz in his mind now he was concentrating on her told the witch part of him exactly what she was. But the big question was, was she a resident Vampire, passer by or one of the spooky fangs? Not that if she was a spooky would she admit it.<br/><br/>Another question was why had she spoken to him, casual conversation or was she playing some kind of game. Vampires liked their games with those they considered lessor. Todd supposed that as the centuries stretched away they had to find something to amuse themselves.<br/><br/>So he answered her in a polite casual way, “No this is my first time here, interesting place. Have you lived here long?” He debated as to the wisdom in getting into conversation with a Vampire when he was uncertain as to her purpose in being there.<br/><br/>The door opened and Mark glanced towards it noting the woman coming in. It seemed that as her face matched the photo he had been shown that his new partner had arrived. She came up to him and held out her hand.<br/><br/>Todd stood taking the hand, “Hello Leona and please Todd.” He gestured with his hand. “Please join me, I have only just ordered.” He pulled out a menu and passed it over to her, “Good trip?” As they where in a public place he was keeping the conversation light and unremarkable.<br/><br/>He felt easier though with her here, less likely for the Vampire to decide that he was a good late light snack.<br/>Not that she would do it in front of witnesses but one never knew when a Vampire could lose it and go into blood lust.<br/>