“He’s dead, let’s move on.”
Faenil shook her head, slowly dropping to one knee and examining the corpse before them. “This is a vampire, then?” she asked, more to herself than to her companion.
The word had meaning to her, and none of those meanings were good. A couple names she couldn’t recognize and a massive castle-looking fortress came to mind as she spoke it. Death, too -- close calls and the stink of it, far stronger than what she was picking up on now. ...Dogs? Why dogs? Why all this?
She was aware of how ignorant she must have sounded, but really, who could blame her? ...Well, anybody could. She wasn’t entirely sure of her excuse for that, having woken up with no knowledge of her surroundings or self weeks prior.
“So why did you kill him?” It was hardly accusatory, how Faenil asked him, simply innocent curiosity.