<div align="center"><strong>Emily</strong><br/></div><br/>The elder vampire which Emily comforted seemed to only have an ounce of strength left in him..<br/>which he used to produce a card from a waistcoat pocket. It had an address which Emilily did recall from seeing sketches tourist guides often pointed to newcommers to the city when horse driven-coaches pulled up to rest.<br/><br/>Phera's Manor was its nickname, it must be a shortened version of<em>Hophera</em>. Perhaps an hours ride ? Perhaps a little more ?<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/1734989501_5ea2dd70b8.jpg)<br/></div><br/><strong>"She will know more, coin is in on my belt, hail a coach give them what they ask, please take me there, please"<br/></strong><br/>A grip that should have been like iron was more like a feather that tried to grip the girls wrist.<br/><br/>Although his breathing stopped it was hard to know when a vampire was actually dead, especially one of the elders. What Emily could fathom on instant sight showed him dressed like most well to do men, a cane, a few pouches about his waist, reasonably clean save a few specks of black -something- he didn't manage to clear of his clothing. The man was cold though ... very cold, were all elders like that ?<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.distinctivecostumes.com/thumbnails/t_victorian_man.jpg)<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong><br/>Kain<br/></strong></div><br/>... and wait Vance did... and waited and waited.<br/>An hour passed still the same scene of what the open doorway to the doctor's office revealed stared back at him.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/1549867867_c65d3d78ce.jpg)<br/></div><br/>Most of the glass lamps should be in working order for they were just recently seen to, still it seemed only half glowed, the others still alight seemed struggling with less gas than they were designed to operate with. Faintly Kain could make out the hiss of the movement of air-fuel which powered them.<br/>Normal days or nights would never seen this, possible let alone likely. As Kain's ears adjusted a new sound could be made out, ever so faint. That of a dripping tap perhaps. One that wasn't near.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Rose<br/></strong></div><br/>There was a pause after Rose talked and in the middle of her direct line of sight something small black appeared. Very far away, only just discernible as something roughly human hieght.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://legacythumbs.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20090121150919.jpg)<br/></div><br/><strong>"Its been some time since I heard the word pretty referred to me strange one,<br/>one more befitting you despite what most deem should be added to it before compliments appear.<br/>Your right though Rose, my mind is bad. If it was less so I wouldn't be witch, if it was clear of <br/>troubles why would one practice witchery at all ? Surely one already has all they wish.<br/>We all have power for something, once you have it its presence should be enough that power is pointless.<br/><br/>Show myself I have, the closer try you become the more my vision will move such that the same distance stays between us. This is not by design, this simply is, for reasons that stump me as much as the non-initiated. Is talking like this more amicable my fine feral friend ?"</strong><br/><br/>