Draiss had to fight hard to not laugh as both Katrina and Vorela were dismissed as unimportant, but it was hard, and he couldn't stop his shoulders from shaking slightly. Then the vampire got to him, and Draiss simply listened, shaking his head slightly in amazement, before laughing as the Vampire got him perfectly correct. "You, sir, are Totally Fucking Awesome. I heard that there was a vampire that passed through Brindol recently, but didn't expect someone of the same type as me. Also, you presume correctly."<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, before reaching into his robes, and pulling out a thick sheaf of papers with the word 'script' written on the back. Draiss hummed to himself, flipping several pages in rapid succession, before finding his lines again and tossing the sheaf over his shoulder where it immediately vanished. "Sorry, was distracted by those goggles.<br/><br/>Doctor Jacob Mason, born half elf approximately two hundred and seventy to two ninety years ago, studied practical applications of magic and alchemy on various creatures. Was attacked by a vampiress at age eighty to eighty two, turned and used to distract hunters from her. Nothing of note other than a name change after being turned to Doctor Mordin, dropped off the map after repeated run in with hunters, reported destroyed thrice but presumed at large due to inexperience of hunters. Alchemist by trade with a hint of magic to supplement and ensure valid experiments. Never reported to have attacked anyone, possibly living, if you will forgive the term, off of animals, though your coloration indicates that you have fed recently, and not off an animal, wrong smell. Possibly a blood analog to fool the thirst."