[ It's so much β so much more than Emmrich had expected given the relative ease with which the vampires here seem to exist. Maybe he ought to have expected it; they're all, by his understanding, well into their years, no longer fledgings and used to controlling their hunger. But one or two a day, for yearsβ
To have another question to ponder is a blessing, muscling past Emmrich's natural instinct to try to find a solution to the problem that's been posed to him. His gaze re-finds its focus, returning from the nebulous distance past the rise of Armand's shoulder. ]
What would you ask of me?
[ Simply put, in contrast with his usual penchant for spooling on. And he could go on, but they've suggested the shape of whatever words might follow already: unlike many of the souls and spirits that Emmrich deals with, Armand requires no interpreter. ]
no subject
To have another question to ponder is a blessing, muscling past Emmrich's natural instinct to try to find a solution to the problem that's been posed to him. His gaze re-finds its focus, returning from the nebulous distance past the rise of Armand's shoulder. ]
What would you ask of me?
[ Simply put, in contrast with his usual penchant for spooling on. And he could go on, but they've suggested the shape of whatever words might follow already: unlike many of the souls and spirits that Emmrich deals with, Armand requires no interpreter. ]