Hundreds of calls trickled through the emergency services dispatch every day. Most were related to falls at home, incidents of low blood sugar, or accidents out and about on the roads, but every now and then, Cynric picked up on one or two that werenât quite so ordinary. Whether it was the coded language the caller used or the nature of the call itself, it all spoke to something he recognized as supernaturalâ and that was his cue. Tonight, he found himself just outside of Sinners, tending a young woman who he could only guess had offered herself up as a volunteer vampire snack, and instead of taking a pinch, the vampire had clearly tried to take the whole pieâ much to Cynricâs irritation. When heâd gotten her sequestered away in the back of the ambulance, sheâd been pale and clammy with a dangerously low blood pressureâ all consistent with excessive blood loss. It was no secret that Cynric wasnât the biggest fan of vampires to begin with, but when something like this happened, it twisted him up more than usual. After pumping the girl full with fluids and stabilizing her as well as he could from the rig, Cynric hopped down from the ambulance with a vile curse, eyes peeled for someone to shove his frustration at. "Hey!" He called out when he spotted Devin nearby. "You need to tell your leeches to take it easy,â he snarled as he stabbed a finger back towards the ambulance, "One of 'em nearly killed that girl."