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Reaver had associated and manipulated, bartered and cheated an endless array of individuals throughout his lifetime. That was one of the side effects of being an immortal hero, so many faces....drifting by in lifetimes that seemed like a blink of an eye to a man nearing 3 centuries; yet, despite the many associations and Reaver’s total lack of concern for anyone besides himself, the marksman never forgot a face. So when suddenly finding himself standing in front of a vampire who he had once imprisoned, tortured and forced into commanding an army of night stalkers for his own gain in power, it didn’t take long for their name to fall on his tongue.
“Reistr...I’d recognise those amber hues anywhere.”
He smiles, a sadistic expression as his eyes trail up and down the other. He was alive and well it seemed. That was unexpected. He thought the vampire’s disappearance had been due to him being killed somewhere doing one thing or another. But no, it seemed he had fled. This was something that would certainly not sit well with the hero.
“I must say....your decision to make yourself known to me can only mean one thing. You crave a painful death. I’m not known for letting betrayers go unpunished.”
